Big Bad Mama Lyrics

Big Bad Mama lyrics

Fox] Ahh, Trackmasters 

          My boo 

 [Dru] Dru Hill, Foxy 

 [Fox] Right 

 [Dru] Ill na na na, Na Na 

 [Fox] Na Na, uhh, that's the shit 

   

 Verse One: Foxy Brown 

   

 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 

 Come quick like a virgin in it... aowwww! 

 So far, came through this year with no bra 

 Sheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, this head hurt 

 Got em strung, 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 to begin, what? 

 Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggaz 

 Fly niggaz, known to handle a pie nigga 

 Chick in a, off white pearl sticks 

 on the cellular, gettin them open like Girl 6 

 It's on 

   

 Chorus: 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) 

   

 Verse Two: Foxy Brown 

   

 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, got to make it three 

 My name will forever ring 

 Got em screamin "Damn Fox!" on erything, hell yeah 

 for the paper rip a hot draft 

 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 

   

 Chorus 

   

 Verse Three: Foxy Brown 

   

 Playa haters ery minute wanna shit 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, niggaz freaked out 

 Love yourself, put no one above thee 

 Cause ain't nobody gon' fuck me like me, it's on 

   

 Chorus 2X 

   

 Dru Hill sings a bunch of na na na's and YAHOO!'s