Foxy Brown

Foxy Brown - If I...

rate me

Uhh, c'mon yeah

Brooklyn, Brook-lyn, take it back, take it back

If I... Fox Boogie, ragtop six drop

Get caught, think not, light Brown

Cause we're not to be stopped

If I...

I came up fast in this crap game they call a rap game

What the damn she's killin it again from that dame

Now every snake fake-faced O jig

I'm like, just don't sell me the 'Bridge, I buy lakes

Friends even bend rules, chicks I lent jewels

Says, "She's actin funny now, oh she's got money now"

Tryin to do my thing y'all, need you on my team

But you aint gon' stop my dream, or block my cream

I liked things better when you called me Ings

A year before Rap City, way before Screen Scene

'Fore they knew who Foxy was, you probably was

The first to keep it real wit all my secrets concealed

Things got ill the minute I got a deal

And my time got shorter and you was havin a daughter

Had to stop hopscotch, get off Iran

Damn I wish we were still playin jump

If I could take this back I would

If I could rewind the time to when it was all good

I would, take it back to when we said good-bye

If I...

My so-called man thinkin he slick cause I stay on tour

Thought he'd never get caught tryin to play on whores

I cried as my keys was scrapin the car doors

From the trunk, to the hood, by the wheel and the floor

Exposed my vulnerable side, had me open wide

Said you forever keep it real, but you lied

Was the first to feel inside, the Ill Na Na

Had me thirst when you whispered to me, "How it feel mama?"

Yeah, but don't hurt it, I like the way you work it

No Diggity, don't stop get busy

Blew up your pager, checked your clothes

Duked your house keys, stole your beeper code

What happened to the Mo's and the occasional roses

Massages and the bubble baths, rubbin my toes as

I realize you was just misleadin me

I shoulda known, you left your last chick to be with me

Mommy dearest tried to prepare us for a lot ahead

You never heard, preferred to smoke your lye instead

On the one to one combo told me you'd die for bread

That's why I spend these nights, cryin in the bed

You had the deep dish six, your rep was widespread

I tried to intervene you said it was over my head

Said I'd never understand the plight of a black man

Right, but I'm tryin to keep you in my life

V.I.A. satellite, talkin them burn outs

Soon you had me whylin and you turned me out

Taught me bout how to win, the code of the streets

Luxuries and wealth untold it was sweet

And one night you asleep after work was chopped up

Felt somethin strange in my veins, I popped up

One foot in the house shoot flew to the horn

Got the cell operator, I knew you was gone

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