4-5-6-Foxy Brown
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TXT 4-5-6-Foxy Brown 文本歌词
4-5-6 - Foxy Brown
Written by：Malik Cox/Dwight Grant/Inga Marchand/Bernard Parker
Ughh ughh yeah
This is Beanie Sigel
That philly cat who ain't with that silly rap
Put your weight up not your hate up niggas
Y'all know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em down
Haters wonderin' how I got a position with Roc
Cuz I listen to the lox and I listen then watch
While you still sittin' in spots ditchin' the cops
I'm in the Porsche Box with Fox glistenin' watch
War steel gray Lexus GS 4
Desert Eagle metal in the door pedal to the floor
I'm routin' down South for my aim is to score
Eight cylinder screamin' f**k the law
Got a tank full of gas trunk full of cash
Hammers in the stash scanners in the dash
Radar detectors troopers can't find us
We bubble down ATL and hit the Linas
Then get clubbed with some Dirty South thugs
Go all out thugs go in your house thugs
Talk sh*t put blood in your mouth thugs
36 south stuck stay on route thugs
You know how Mac play quiet town tie it down
I supply it now by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then why would you try it now
Think cause Mac rap I wouldn't fire a round into your crown
I lay you down and retire you clown
And I clap niggas nap niggas in the dirt
Pat pat with the deuce deuce it'll work
B**ch a** niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work
See you pretty motherf**kers stay stuck in the mirror
And you weak a** niggas only bust out of fear
I know y'all softer than them feathers that they stuff in a bear
I pack two barettas never bust in the air
Twist your sh*t back spit til my gat sits back
Pack four pieces like a Kit Kat Heh get that
Cop Cris' by the six pack Range Rov' dot six that
Benz coupe drop six that
Buggy eye seven come out sh*t took the six back
Switch the double R the double R's are gotta get that
You see how we play pop Cris' on the E way
Soakin' the seat gettin' drunk with bleek
Or the Shark Bar grilled salmon poppin' dom P
While you chicken when you chasin' your high with hot tea
Niggas flashin' back money like it's they money
Slap 500 on back of a three twenty
I'm bringin' it to any ni**a tryin' to shoot games yeah
With them b******t buggy eyed kits and CDs
Well I'm a lil' ni**a don't speak I tote heat
Here to shut down your whole operation on the street
Bleek you know niggas just had to recruit this
My flow drool out like a old ni**a toothless
Who would believe they pump Bleek with Ritalin
Too hyped up but w**d calm my adrenaline
Roll day on the strip SK in the crib
Hundred crack viles playin' the Benj'
Nickel nine gleam like it's Armor All'd up
My squad be armed up gotcha niggas' arms up
Who the f**k want what me and Bean's trumped up
Witcha town under siege Dillinger in the sleeve
If my gun jam you niggas'll squeeze on me
You niggas them cats that'll call D's on me
I'm on on my off game need a stadium for in stores
Floss chains and I pimp whores stay smoked out
Shirt be poked out with the snub nosed eight
Six to jump out you eat what you spit
Motherf**ker die clean
For you actin' tough cats but in your heart you serene
I read your body languo
You off balance and don't wanna mangle
You want a challenge get it brought to from every angle
This sh*t'll slow 'em down I bet that
Your up front dough and your six bet that motherf**ker
Sassy fox some brick money cop me a drop
You know how I run it 600 glassy top
Rock the light gray wrist sh*t flash them rocks
The red the yellow the green causin' traffic stops
B**ch please never freeze gonna blast the glock
Then I show a little cleave' and breeze past the cops
You talk slick but suck dick for money in y'all hand
I'm like b**ch I got more money than your man
While you get your knees scraped up cum all on your glands
Sh*t I'm in the V Twinz ballin' on you tramps
Y'all hoes greasy so I keep the b**ch easy
Rookie f**k you know about glocks and pock' books
You know Na Na rock that sh*t Prada that sh*t
Esca that sh*t Dolce Gabba that sh*t
Hollow points top that sh*t f**k you tryin' to aim
Pop that sh*t yeah ni**a fox got that sh*t
You see the ice wrist sh*t can you cop that sh*t
Chanel crocodile and ostrich sh*t whoa
You know my style I be spendin' they cash
And I'll show their little dick some celebrity a**
And get 'em a brick I know what style to get them niggas sh*t real
Well f**k I let 'em live and lick the tip of my sh*t
To remind 'em of some rose petals candles and sh*t
Or some hydro like the ni**a grew a plant in my sh*t
So that's what it is that's why them hoes mad at my sh*t
See my whilin' in the four six stylin' on they bum a**
Goddess MC y'all b**ches is little foxes
I see my girls frontin' tossin' they little watches
Cris I pops it f**kin' a ni**a topless
Cats I fouls on hoes I styles on ni**a
Wear y'all out then air y'all out
Over here hustle from where clear all out
Sh*t greyhound b**ch stay down b**ch
And y'all know jigga sent me here to lay down sh*t
I will spray y'all niggas will waste y'all niggas
Cause I f**ked the ni**a and paid y'all niggas
Sh*t what the f**k
