Foxy

[Intro: Wyclef Jean Laury Hill] Ooh, ooh Foxy, Foxy (She's so foxy) Ooh, ooh We need to drop Yo, we need a, yo, we need a drop right here [Lauryn Hill] Yo, who that there? You the one hot this year Run this here, yo, run this here Hun this here Who that it duh done this here Numbness here Watch we gon' confirm this here Learn this here To whom it may concern this year We firm this here Your talk can't turn this ear We burn the fear Who wanna throw stones this year? Dem wan bruck up my home this year Clone this here Now how we gon' condone this here We grown this year They think we all alone in here My tone's sincere I'm microphone in here We honing clear Come to burn Rome this year I own this here Parasites are prone to smear But I'm a burning spear They cowards and they won't come near They don't compare Frauds don't belong in here Dem don't have the ear Dem broads won't be back next year [Chorus] Ooh, ooh Foxy, foxy She's so foxy Ooh, ooh Foxy, foxy [Wyclef Jean] Ain't nowhere to go Foxy, but straight to the top I ain't rap 'cause I had writers block I ain't stop, just took time to rewrite the plot Kept the audience in suspense like Alfred Hitchcock Martin Luther had a dream, then he got shot Malcolm X did a speech, then he got shot But what happened to the days when CNN was Hip-Hop? Everybody scared to talk so they won't get shot Listen So let me give it to you on the club level Put up your hands and fling on the devil And tell the DJ more bass, more treble But beware of the haters cause Cain killed Abel Permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent one Automatic, automatic, automatic, automatic gun Things aren't the same, you sound like [????] Y'all doing songs with dead rappers trying' to steal their fans Come on, man! [Chorus] Ooh, ooh Foxy, foxy She's so foxy Ooh, ooh Foxy, foxy [Pras] Foxy, what's your pain? Foxy, what's your pleasure? We're pirates from the Caribbean snatching treasure Matching my soul and ice, I'm cold and nice Used to be number one now we permanent in Jesus Christ Respect the Don Dada! I got a-- Six shots to that! Ring around the collar Million motherfuckers want to see me die I got a million motherfuckers that'll see you try [Chorus] Ooh, ooh Foxy, foxy She's so foxy Ooh, ooh Foxy, foxy [Lauryn Hill] Right now? Yo! I'm a black queen in a post-modern paradigm Beautiful, black, divine, supreme, from another time Foxy as I wanna be Copy if you wanna see Hottie with the intellect, I disappear then resurrect I spit and heal blind men Can't stop time and I'm it without striving My kiss can refine men I'm complex like Fine Art Don't shoot shit for anyone Your moot shit is simple tongue I spit like a Tommy Gun Alarming to make for I'm so pure to Bayonne From now on, don't call me out my name It's Ms. Hill to everyone, everyone, everyone! Spoken with no regrets and that's just for right now 'Cause I didn't make them say empress yet Hang like a Jackson Pollock Enough truth to kill a college Move with no apology Prima Donna policy Queen! I want equality Careless if you're mad at me Go vex with your savagery I'm declaring my majesty [Chorus] Ooh, ooh Foxy, foxy She's so foxy Ooh, ooh Foxy, foxy So foxy now