Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na lyrics

Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na

Intro: Method Man

One time...

Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...

Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung

Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c`mon, yeah, c`mon)

Destination... (c`mon, c`mon) plat`

Verse One: Foxy Brown

Yo Na Na so Ill, first week out

Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out

She`s all about sex, pard-on, check your facts

and the track record, I`m all about plaques

Shakin my ass half naked, lovin this life

Waitin for Kim album to drop, knowin it`s tight

Standin center stage, closin the show holdin a gat

Since you opened up, I know you`re hopin it`s wack

Niggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylin

Maybe I`ll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand

This is ladies night, and the Mercedes`s tight

When I`m coming home?Maybe tonight

Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight

It`s my time to shine it`s playtime tonight

I`ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall

I left your ass Home Alone, hopin I call

Chorus: Method Man

Who`s got the illest pussy on the planet?

Sugar walls comin down niggaz can`t stand it, the Ill Na Na

True Absolut Vodka, straight shots

for the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla

Real and it don`t stop, we movin up

First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper

Straight cash get got, bloodhounds

tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na

Verse Two: Foxy Brown

No more sexin me all night, thinkin it`s alright

While I`m lookin over your shoulder, watchin the hall light

You hate when it`s a ball right?Ladies this ain`t handball

Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike

In the morning when it`s all bright, eggs over easy

Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes

While I`m eatin gettin dressed up, this ain`t yo` pad

I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab

No more, sharin I pain, sharin I made

It`s time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our game

Put it in high gear, flip the eye wear

Nas Ruled the World but now it`s my year

And from, here on I solemnly swear

To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater (uh-huh)

Yeah I don`t need a man`s wealth (yeah)

But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self)

And uhh...

Chorus

[Method]

Uhh... vodka...

Not... not...

Dolla dolla... stop stop...

C`mon c`mon... yah, it`s the Ill Na Na

Verse Three: Foxy Brown

No more Waitin To Exhale, we takin deep breaths

Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this

Love thyself with no one above thee

Cause ain`t nobody gon` love me like me

If he, don`t Do The Right Thing like Spike Lee

Bye bye wifey make him lose his Nike`s (uh uh, yeah)

Hit the road

Mami told me in order to, find a Prince

you gotta kiss some toads

Chorus