Na Na Be Like-Foxy Brown

Album by: Ill Na Na II - The Fever Artist by: Foxy Brown Uh-huh A and loc (99 def jam) Tell me what yall want, whoa Ugh, anybody want it? Come see me, what? Neno, I said it, fame I flows sicker like Tote quicker like Na na pop [sh*t] like spit hotness Chicks love to gossip Catch me in my crop [sh*t] like I spit flames na na Whats my name, na na Like I am that chick prada want b**ch Rude gal I bop holder Big gat, big things, taiwan like I'm undisputed Know yall got to bow when you see Whats my name? na na Like I'm that chick pushing big six Little broad 5 foot talk bigness like See my clique ride big stiff Like swiss hole you know? handcuff [sh*t] like Supremeness, yall broads is ancient Ill bank your whole wrist Top draft pick like I'm the prince nasheem of this [sh*t] Come test me and leave with your vest swiss cheese like 1 - na na be like Floorless ice wrists Sassy a** chick I started this here Na na be like Sexy with class Got your man in the corner try-na freak my whoa! (oh) Na na be like Holdin it down All my thugs screaming fox when I come around Na na be like Running this here Gonna have you broke chicks all running this year, whoa My wrist think, light gray [sh*t] Call me sun-splash heir, pure wetness, whoa I switched up, put the six up Everybody want chopsticks, rock bold wrists, whoa I've done this, spit hotness Na na tote big fifth Whats my name? na na, whoa Its my cat they could come lick On my breast that they all wanna come kiss, whoa Its on me they see when they want truthness Its you that they see when they want bull [sh*t], whoa Its my car that they wanna go get On my rock that they wanna come stick, whoa I'm the chick thatll drop my [sh*t] Before I leave yall [niggas] wan pay nice price whoa Its my life that they wanna live like Its my flow that honey wanna sound like, whoa Repeat 1 Snitches wanna test my aim I spray sick like lunatic You better keep pushin your [sh*t] back You not threat me yet, you wanna try na na? Pure gun shot, I need a punani-dani Me and shop with a boy not proportionate Even idiot, can still ride, come and whoop that Eh, eh, na na talk greasy what? Eh, eh, and whos the a** wanna see me My diamonds is blue streak You tito brand, money wash my hands, soprano style Nubian chanel purse You think you're nice then sneak behind my verse So bow down whats my name Na na like, na na like Repeat 1 till end