Foxxy Brown Letra

Ladies and gentlemens.. all the way live.. from the QAl' Tariq, look, lookI'm round 135th, thirty-three thirty-threeCuz-o crib, where all them greasy dirties beNiggaz, gettin them evil papes and it don't matterwhether you brother or sister take you out fo' the batterAIGHT? So check the scene, we in front of the build'Me, Spud and Berg tossin grills hittin Phil's and thenout of nowhere, look what I see steppin in our directionBody definitely kept inthe best shape that's possible, and yo it's probablethat I could bag her, I'm fiendin to have herI tap her, what's yo' name lovely?Body's bone-crushin, some Pam Grier shit and right thereshe started blushin so you know how I'm thinkin peep the dramaWe gon' slide up to my crib and continue like some karma(?)'sblack momma, not no white momma, I got the right mommaGot this sexy brown momma[Chorus: repeat 2X]"I want a down hoe, a Foxxy Brown hoe, I want a down hoe..""She sho' is BAD!""I want a down hoe, a Foxxy Brown hoe, I want a down hoe..""She sho' is BAD!"[Al' Tariq]Look, I was like the Mack, to her Foxxy Brown_Cotton Comes to Harlem_ gettin this money Uptown"Showtime at the Apollo," games up at the RutgersAll eyes on, we just some fly muh'fuckersGot these suckers live in fear we like three the hard wayMe Fox and cuz-o Spud we just feed the hard wayJust creamin all day, plus my clan's all in itWe not just tryin to run it, nigga we tryin to win itAnd since we killin in it, you know here come the leachesLookin fo' they share, blowin shit like some speakersBut my boo is my keeper, you know she gon' protect meMs. Cleopatra Jones, she never let 'em get meShe never let 'em sweat me, keep the joint nearbyCause of my Fox Brown all these niggaz fear IAll hail Tariq and the long black missusBreakin niggaz off and just handlin our businessFoxxy Brown[Chorus][Al' Tariq]Now look - here comes the scandal, to crush my empireMake my empire, burn with the firefrom the joint cuz-o hits the deckNow look at that, they just left the fam wetI get the soldiers, round up the posseWe on some Panther shit, fuck Gucci and GottiFuck a Maseratti, we up in the LandNow I'm out here at war and Fox is at my right handDo some "Black Ceasar" shit throw a nigga in the trunkwith the rats got the bats, in case he alive when we get backNow how's that for a twist on the storyMe and this hot thang goin down with the glorySteady puffin lye gettin "Cooley High" we never dieBlow up the high, niggaz scheme but never try, "Superfly"Fo' the nine-ohs and eight-five-ohsMe and my bitch, now that's just how the shit goesFox Brown[Chorus]