Foxy Brown Feat. Baby Cham - Run Dem
Al: Broken Silence (2001)
[Foxy] Whoa
[Cham] A wha de blood claat dem fool dem
[Foxy Brown]
Who the f*** told b****** they could do what I do
And all of a sudden all y'all b****** got accents too
Bad gyal, b****** can't do the s*** that I do
Sometime a gal figure it cool - hoo hoo hoo hoo; whoa
I tell a m*********** this
Some n***** nowadays move worse than a b****
Ans as for this chick, me love b** flick on bad man d*** so
Got the p****; I got the live fo'
I'm a grown a** b**** with my own a** s***
Now heat dis and I wan' chat me a go BUSTIN a secret
Y'all big bot-ty man, ya have look man bottom
p**** watchman, you a trace gyal patton
f*** who, n***** wish they could f*** me
Like they never seen a hot gal act like we
Big b**ba claat star, push hot car
Big hood, and love back way all day
And the way my man f***, can't even stand up
And when he gets stiff it c** like ten d***s
Take it through my hole right through my appendix
I got a message; whydontch'all m************ sit on this?
[Chorus 2X: Baby Cham]
From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down
[Foxy Brown]
Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest
Picture me f***** with a n**** half my status
Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me back it
Move ya b**ba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket
How dare y'all m************ even spit my name
Cool na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game
And tell dem all you young p**** like sugar cane
And buck yat take beer owed by queer, oh dem where dat?
Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut
Wouldn't f*** you if I was h****, or p***y-a** drunk
Lucky I don't f*** around and get you stuck up
Waitin outside your studio, collect your dub bucks
b**** - f*** around and get that n**** gun buck
Outsider fully loaded with the gun stashed up
In front of cactus, chrome fo'-fifth
And a bag of full clip for n***** with loose lip - FIYAH
[Chorus]
[Foxy Brown]
How many times I got to let y'all b****** know I'm
one of a kind, can't f*** with mines
See when Fox in the place, pure hotness a gwan
when I bust wine we na watch ya face, gwan
Ya too fraud, sound ridiculous
I'm the only Trini b**** that can kick yard s***, FIYAH
that can kick yard s*** FIRE
What you know about skin out and bruck out
Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style
[Baby Cham - repeat 2X]
Look at this wannabe's comin around me
Sick of thes fake G's tryin to clown me
Why these/you n***** be tryin to drown me
I'm tellin you fools no one can bound me
[Chorus - repeat to end]
{*Baby Cham ad libs at end, w/o beat*}
Al: Broken Silence (2001)
[Foxy] Whoa
[Cham] A wha de blood claat dem fool dem
[Foxy Brown]
Who the f*** told b****** they could do what I do
And all of a sudden all y'all b****** got accents too
Bad gyal, b****** can't do the s*** that I do
Sometime a gal figure it cool - hoo hoo hoo hoo; whoa
I tell a m*********** this
Some n***** nowadays move worse than a b****
Ans as for this chick, me love b** flick on bad man d*** so
Got the p****; I got the live fo'
I'm a grown a** b**** with my own a** s***
Now heat dis and I wan' chat me a go BUSTIN a secret
Y'all big bot-ty man, ya have look man bottom
p**** watchman, you a trace gyal patton
f*** who, n***** wish they could f*** me
Like they never seen a hot gal act like we
Big b**ba claat star, push hot car
Big hood, and love back way all day
And the way my man f***, can't even stand up
And when he gets stiff it c** like ten d***s
Take it through my hole right through my appendix
I got a message; whydontch'all m************ sit on this?
[Chorus 2X: Baby Cham]
From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down
[Foxy Brown]
Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest
Picture me f***** with a n**** half my status
Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me back it
Move ya b**ba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket
How dare y'all m************ even spit my name
Cool na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game
And tell dem all you young p**** like sugar cane
And buck yat take beer owed by queer, oh dem where dat?
Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut
Wouldn't f*** you if I was h****, or p***y-a** drunk
Lucky I don't f*** around and get you stuck up
Waitin outside your studio, collect your dub bucks
b**** - f*** around and get that n**** gun buck
Outsider fully loaded with the gun stashed up
In front of cactus, chrome fo'-fifth
And a bag of full clip for n***** with loose lip - FIYAH
[Chorus]
[Foxy Brown]
How many times I got to let y'all b****** know I'm
one of a kind, can't f*** with mines
See when Fox in the place, pure hotness a gwan
when I bust wine we na watch ya face, gwan
Ya too fraud, sound ridiculous
I'm the only Trini b**** that can kick yard s***, FIYAH
that can kick yard s*** FIRE
What you know about skin out and bruck out
Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style
[Baby Cham - repeat 2X]
Look at this wannabe's comin around me
Sick of thes fake G's tryin to clown me
Why these/you n***** be tryin to drown me
I'm tellin you fools no one can bound me
[Chorus - repeat to end]
{*Baby Cham ad libs at end, w/o beat*}