LYRICS
Ahh, Trackmasters
My boo
Dru Hill, Foxy
Right
Ill na na na, Na Na
Na Na, uhh, that's the shit
Playa haters ery minute wanna stop my dough （uh-huh）
And every other minute wanna rock my flow （you know）
And every third minute, y'all wanna swerve in it
So far, came through this year with no bra
Sheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, till it hurts
Got em sprung, let em know I'm like a Icee
for the best effect you got to use your tongue
Find my G-Spot get me hot I'm ill
Foxy, chocolate baby, Got Milk?
Shake that ass like you just don't care
Cause y'all just rookies up in here, what?
Work mother****er, like you one of the live mother****ers
Fly mother****ers, known to handle a pie b***h
Chick in a, off white pearl six
on the cellular, gettin them open like Girl 6
It's on
Dru Hill （with variations）
She's a bad mamma jamma
Just as Foxy as can be （as Foxy as can be）
Heyyy, she's a bad mamma jamma
Just as Foxy as can be （as Foxy as she can be）
Player haters ery minute wanna see your clothes （uh-huh）
Then every other minute wanna know what you drove （uhhh）
Then every third minute, wanna know if the fur's rented
That's why I got no time for hoes
It's the Brown Fox, surround blocks, sound nice
See me dressed, D-B-S, Brown rocks
See me just, play the low pro
Got these rap chicks in a chokehold, biotch!
Basically, you're wastin your time hatin me
I'm like one point five, bout to make it three
My name will forever ring
Got em screamin ＂Damn Fox!＂ on erything, hell yeah
for the paper rip a hot track
Only for the right dough shorty got that? Still in here
I'll be down when you're goin broke, Ill Na Na
Master Tracks like Tone and Poke, and it's on
Playa haters ery minute wanna **** on wax (uh-huh)
Then every other minute talk behind your back （uh-huh）
Then every third minute wanna rock you Venice and Bourbon
Nah I ain't got time for dat... that's why
I fakes no jacks, I got chips to gain
I'm like Bo Jack baby, I'm hip to the game
I know it well, rock Perotta over Chanel
A H-Class hoe with the H. Findel
Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga
Like Aaliyah, One in a Million
There's MC's in this rap shit comin in illin
like I did, laid the groundwork for five hits
Member when I told y'all first week out
Shipped a half a mil, mother****ers freaked out
Love yourself, put no one above thee
Cause ain't nobody gon' **** me like me, it's on