Foxy Brown Total I Can`t Edited Lyrics

I Can`t Edited Lyrics

Foxy Brown (Verse One):

So he played you right? Shot a little game and he blazed you right? Talkin'
'bout he was

gon' make you wife, then make you right. And the last thing you seen, was the
car-break

lights. He fooled you girl. Na na is power, let me school you girl. Don't get
up off it till he

move you girl. And let no plain dude rule your world, and screw you girl. I got
'em hatin' me.

When I throw it down, keep 'em chasin' me. Basically. And when they game a lot,
bet I game

back, and make the cat think that I came a lot. And I changed the plot, when we
was a

Jacob's, that chain was HOT! Is you on or what? Know you cop the broach, and
double R,

and you got the notes, so I know you not broke.



Total & Foxy Brown (chorus):

I ain't rockin' with you. I can't rock with (you want some bull..) you no
more.

How can I love you? Can't even trust you. I ain't rockin' with you.

I can't rock with (you want some bull..) you no more.

How can I love you? Can't even trust you..



Foxy Brown (Verse Two):

I got 'em mad at Fox. 'Fore I let any cat stab the box, I got to have some
rocks, even then,

all I do is get they [.....] hot. Then I ask 'em, "When's the last time you had
some [....]?"

Put him right in his place, slow him right down, shake it right in his face,
you like the waist?

By the way, baby boy, would you like a taste? Let me tell you what I need on
those license

plates. Property of Mahogany Brown, standin' knock-kneed, on the balcony while
you're

knockin' me down. Y'all wanna break me off without cakin' me off, then expect
this chick to

be faithfully yours? The next dude coppin' me bags straight from DR, Prada
shoes that's the

bomb, straight out of Milan. And I'm about that money, no need to pretend. Why
don't you

holler at me when you ready to spend?



Chorus



Foxy Brown (Verse Three):

I got as much game as y'all, and bet I spit mines. Same as y'all. Same jewels,
same cars.

Ain't like a chick ain't ballin' herself, can you give me more then I'm holdin'
myself?

I ain't tryin' to trick on no [....], I ain't tryin' to have no cat layed up in
my whip. Have the next

chick layed up in my six, gigglin, dizzy as [....]. I'm what a dude would love
to have.

A chick with her own nice [....], nice [...], nice attitude, even though I
might spaz. Even still

quite fast, you like the light half. 'Cause you know that I come out, ready to
dumb out,

in house shoes, slippers, put it down for him. And I ain't gon' front, I'm
about my ends so,

holler at me when you ready to spend.



Chorus



Bridge (Total):

I can't.. rock you.. no moooooooooooooore. I can't.. rock you.. no
moooooooooooooore.

I can't.. rock you.. no moooooooooooooore. I can't.. rock you.. no
moooooooooooooore.



Chorus until Fade