Foxy Brown Tables Will Turn songtekst

[Intro: Foxy Brown (Baby Cham)]Ugh, Ehh, Uh!(What, WHAT!) (What’s bumpin’, Baby Cham, Fox Brown) Uh!Fox Brown, Baby ChamUgh, Kingston, Brooklyn, WHAT! Dave Kelly, Can’t stop this, We did it againWhat?! What?! Uh!HY-YAH![Foxy Brown]How many times I gotta let yall bitches know I’m,Why, so many bitches wanna take my flow I’m,Too hot, Too dope, Flow like that pink Cris and MomosaWho the fuck dope-ah? (Ehh!)Niggas wanna run up in my spots and,Every nigga wanna pull off on my frock and,Me and Cham do that Yard-Hip Hop and,Y’all can’t fuck with us, We keep niggas boppin’ (Let ’em know now)[Baby Cham]Tell ’em ah who bwoy we are dey friendLove to sit in Charlie’s in the Benz’s or BM’sOur life, Ya livin’ rightGet them benjamins, aight? Let them know I’m only in it for them (Holla at us now)I let dem’ know already and I’m tellin’ dem’ againWe on another level, Fox Brown ah set the trend (We on another level)Head’s boppin’ and, Collars poppin’ and, Prada rockin’ to the end (Can ya feel me?)Breaker, BreakerParty under take-ah, Niggas wan’ be dyyyy-in’, And I am no fake-ahSend ‘dem niggas cryyyy-in’ back to JamaicaMuddafuckas tryyyy-in’ to be a shake-ahYa didn’t know they shouldn’t mess wit’ people from JamaicaBaby Cham and Foxy Brown, now we take the cake-ahDrop a bomb on them, Now it’s like a earthquake-ahSee, that Fox is movin’ like a snake-ah (You heard me?)[Chorus]Ah whatta day when the tables will turnwhatta day when the tables will turn,Ah whatta day when the tables will turnwhatta day when the tables will turn, (Wey eh)whatta day when the tables will turnwhatta day when the tables will turn, (Yo)whatta day when the tables will turnwhatta, day when the tables will turn,[Foxy Brown]Throw ya hands up, Whyle the fuck outRaw little peachy, Bust the screechy (Eh!)Sippi tah, Uh, Sippi tah, Uh, Sippi tah, Uh, Sippi tah, HY-YAH!Grab a cup ah stouse and, Show ’em watch yall ’boutYall can’t deny us, We dare yall to try usThe best to ever do it, So throw ya hands to itAnd hit the dancefloor, What the fuck yall came for?Hot shit, Ill Na Na, MadHouse, Lock this shit downNigga what, We don’t get a fluckBig pussy like Sopranos, Young Fox ride big cock my niggaAh pum-pum lick man dat, Ehh

[repeat hook then Baby Chams verse until fade]