Cruel Summer

[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]

Yo, it's the cruel summer, cruel stool in the hummer

With the visor twist back (Huh) it's the number 1 stunner

Back on the block with some shit that the cops a banned

I cease niggas like the Taliban (Woo)

16 in [?] in the Nautica van, with a fresh pair of filas and Dapper Dan and

Gettin' fancy in the [?] from Delancey

And only real New Yorkers'll understand me

Wit a good Movado and a crisp pair of lotto

Now my niggas up in [?] at the bar holdin' bottles (Huh)

We style for real, these other bitches followin'

Bet they try to see us, but they nеver gon' be us, now

The lovе is gone, the foolin' is done and if they ain't 'bout they money, (Uh-huh) bet them niggas gettin' oned and

[?] [?] back to the slums, ain't nuttin' [?], show you how to do this, hun

[Chorus]

(Cruel) cruel summer

Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel

(It's a cruel) cruel summer

Now your gone

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]

Uh oh, here comes Fox again, and we

Knockin' bitches out the box again, got the

Rap game all locked again

Like the Ill Na Na days, I'm still not afraid (Nigga)

Dropped Chyna Doll, which I happened to love, then

Broken Silence put me back in the club

Then I gave it sometime, now I'm the one to come up

Catch The Fever this time, I'm 'bout to run the summer (Huh)

Heavy rotation, (Uh-huh) every rotation, 3,000 spins we 'bout to win, it's gonna

Be more hits, we'll see more stats, a little

Dior this and Dior that, (Woo) they like, Fox stay stylin' like she all that (Huh)

I never worry, I styles in Burberry, now

Usually I'm on some grimy shit, but

Let's take it back to summer 96', (It's a cruel) come on

[Chorus]

(Cruel) cruel summer

Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel

(It's a cruel) cruel summer (Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, woah)

Now your gone (Yea, they like Fox) (Ok) (Ok) (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Foxy Brown]

And now they tellin me, "Whoa lil' mama, let me holla at you

We could keep this on the low lil' mama"

Now, look, homie, I'm out of your budget

And supportin' Fox is not in your budget, plus

Anything I want, ain't hard to have

Soon as I drop a joint, people startin' to blab (Uh-huh)

Talkin' 'bout they seen me tryna to park the Nav and

I don't need to drive, I give them cars to Gav, now, woo

[Chorus]

(Cruel) cruel summer

Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel

(It's a cruel) cruel summer

Now your gone

(Cruel) cruel summer

(Cruel) cruel summer

(Cruel) cruel summer

(Cruel) cruel summer

(It's a cruel)