Ali G Indahouse movie

Ali G Indahouse movie - Oh Yeah (Album Version (Explicit)) lyrics

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Song by Foxy Brown Featuring Spragga Benz<br /><br>

[Verse One]<br>

I'm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game<br>

Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl<br>

Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl<br>

Mo' rockin Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl<br>

Niggaz say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty<br>

Fuck y'all thought? Be dancin around in suits like I'm {Diddy}<br>

Pretty, show niggaz how we run this city<br>

Respect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in ya lane<br>

Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane<br>

And dare one of y'all rappin chicks to mention Fox name<br>

"What's Beef?" Beef is when bitches think it's sweet<br>

See y'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya<br>

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1- Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo<br>

Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo<br>

Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo<br>

Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)<br>

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[Verse Two]<br>

Check, uhh<br>

It's like I'm in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feel<br>

Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin real<br>

I love to stack riches, no disrespect y'all<br>

I respect the rap game, but I don't fuck with rap bitches<br>

I'm speakin from my heart<br>

It's not that I'm too good, I'm just hood<br>

Been like this from the fuckin start<br>

Since I bust my gun in ninety-six<br>

Y'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks<br>

Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit<br>

You a industry bitch, I'm a in the streets bitch<br>

I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs<br>

But, other than that it's just me and my six<br>

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repeat 1<br>

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[Verse Three]<br>

I dream filthy<br>

My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini' rum and whiskey<br>

Uhh, proper set off<br>

Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm<br>

Gangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoy<br>

Who y'all know rock Prada like Fox<br>

Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella<br>

Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face<br>

Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste<br>

Act like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waist<br>

And like a hundred thou' each crib in each safe<br>

When Fox come through she have a gun in the place<br>

I'm like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan' race?<br>

Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin<br>

Fuck, y'all only nice around mics like Pippen<br>

Shit, to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'n<br>

I'm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga<br>

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repeat 1 - 2X<br>

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