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Intro: Method Man

One time...
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c mon, yeah, c mon)
Destination... (c mon, c mon) plat

Verse One: Foxy Brown

Yo Na Na so Ill, first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
She s all about sex, pard-on, check your facts
and the track record, I m all about plaques
Shakin my ass half naked, lovin this life
Waitin for Kim album to drop, knowin it s tight
Standin center stage, closin the show holdin a gat
Since you opened up, I know you re hopin it s wack
Niggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylin
Maybe I ll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes s tight
When I m coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight
It s my time to shine it s playtime tonight
I ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall
I left your ass Home Alone, hopin I call

Chorus: Method Man

Who s got the illest pussy on the planet?
Sugar walls comin down niggaz can t stand it, the Ill Na Na
True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
for the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don t stop, we movin up
First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na

Verse Two: Foxy Brown

No more sexin me all night, thinkin it s alright
While I m lookin over your shoulder, watchin the hall light
You hate when it s a ball right? Ladies this ain t handball
Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike
In the morning when it s all bright, eggs over easy
Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes
While I m eatin gettin dressed up, this ain t yo pad
I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab
No more, sharin I pain, sharin I made
It s time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our game
Put it in high gear, flip the eye wear
Nas Ruled the World but now it s my year
And from, here on I solemnly swear
To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater (uh-huh)
Yeah I don t need a man s wealth (yeah)
But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self)
And uhh...

Chorus

[Method]
Uhh... vodka...
Not... not...
Dolla dolla... stop stop...
C mon c mon... yah, it s the Ill Na Na

Verse Three: Foxy Brown

No more Waitin To Exhale, we takin deep breaths
Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this
Love thyself with no one above thee
Cause ain t nobody gon love me like me
If he, don t Do The Right Thing like Spike Lee
Bye bye wifey make him lose his Nike s (uh uh, yeah)
Hit the road
Mami told me in order to, find a Prince
you gotta kiss some toads

Chorus

I belong with your arms wrapped around my neck
Your lips glistening in the light
Awesome headlights passing by

Hold thought, I hold the thought
Walking back towards your house
Raindrops bouncing off the leaves
Down to our September kiss

Flying over bus stops and playgrounds
I m here
Soaked right to the core
Stay here forever
I m safe with...

You have always thinking of her
You re in love and you don t know what to say
But I saw her at the fair and she feels the same way
She was married by the merry-go-round

The merry-go-round
How merrily we go round
How merrily we go round

At the flophouse

Everything s got to be
Just how it has to be
Or he won t play
And I know that boy wants to
Approach me and say
All he s got to say
Maybe he ll say it today, maybe no

There was a slight altercation, oh
Down at the station, oh, today
There s blood on hands and...

Lack of communication

Too many problems, the world can?t solve
Too many people, no-one wants to be involved
(Lack of communication, back off)

Keep rearranging, it?s all the same
Always saying, someone else is to blame
(Lack of communication, back off)
Look all around me, who?s...

Dial my number

If you ever wake up feeling blue
You know there s always someone
Who ll be right here for you
If there s any little thing
That s gonna get you down
Don t be afraid, I ll always be around

Pick up the phone
And dial my number
That s all you have to do
I ll be...