Текст песни Foxy Brown - Hot Spot

Foxy Brown (talk):

Uh huh-uh. Unh. Guess who’s back? Unh. Yeah.
Foxy Brown (Verse One):
Hey yo. Rhyme or crime, let’s get it on. MCs wanna eat me but
it’s Ramadan. Peep what’s on the arm, when it’s ice, it’s ice.
When I’m right, I’m right, when you’re wrong, you’re wrong. I’m
the bomb. Records is platinum, skin is bronze. Flows all night
like vintage don. Been this nice since umm.. the first prince
born. Before the artist was known as wit’ my grown ass. Haters
said it won’t last, know how many words I’ve flown past? Celly
on hold, full belly, first class. And I don’t play. I watch them
pockets. And y’all niggas go broke after you cop them watches.
See you in the club, no bub, nigga pop it. Then you wanna fuck,
give it up, nigga, not this. My coat is ostrich, flow is the
hottest. You ain’t got dough? You can’t go with the Fox.
Foxy Brown (Hook):

You can catch me at the hot spot. I Fox, I plots, at the bar
y’all. All night, I pops. Is it alright? Yeah, you right, you
can’t stop it. This is our world, me & my girls. (repeat all)
Foxy Brown (Verse Two):
Hey yo, cash bustin’ out the six. Cats bustin’ out them niggas.
Crack the heart in half, hang it ’tween the two titties. Scheme
on your team, lookin’ over graph pictures. Pick the finest, then
I put it on the minors. Love after the club, meet me at the diner.
So you can bring your boys, we got 10 cars behind us. Order a
steak and glass of OJ to break fast. Hop in the car, and head
straight up eighth ave. The night is young, I like him some.
Either he don’t have one, or his wife is dumb. His whole hand
numb, nigga iced his thumb. Pull up my tights some enticin’ him.
You can handle the road, I’ll play wit’ it. Till he curve n’
swerve and stay wit’ it. Bitches in the club stay hatin’ it.
Cause I put my mack down and I stay wit’ it.
Hook
Foxy Brown (Verse Three):
You can catch me at the expo, Jacob Jav. Knockin’ Jigga out the
navigator, layin’ back. I’m sayin’ that, me fallin’ off? Imagine
that. That’s not the case, I’m standin’ on top of the world.
Like Brandy and Mase. You wanna buy me a drink? Nigga, pass me
a case. Big baller bitch, I want all of this shit. Six AMG’s
with the spoiler kit, chromes from the fax. Chromes front and
back. Cocoa flow niggas wantin’ that. Out they vehicles, niggas
is bumpin’ that. I heard you wanna stop Fox, tell me how so.
I got that New York to the Dirty South flow. Whole album hot,
even the outro. This time around I’m try’n to do about 4. This
is for my niggas and bitches who count dough. And y’all in the
club, I make ’em bounce.
Hot spot. Bar y’all. All right? Our world.
Hot spot. Bar y’all. All right? Our world.
(Instrumental until end)