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Foxy Brown lyrics Hot Spot lyrics Hot Spot Uh-huh uh, UHH Guess who's back! Uhh Yeah, uhh, uhh Verse One: Aiyyo! Rhyme or crime, let's get it on MC's 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 Dom Been this nice since umm, the first Prince bomb Before "The Artist Was Known As" wit my grown ass Haters said it won't last, know how many birds I flown past Celly on roam, full belly, first class And I don't play, I watch them pockets Know y'all niggaz 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 bitch Chorus: Foxy Brown You can catch me at the hot spot cause I Fox, I plots at the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls You can catch me at the hot spot, I Fox, I plots at the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls Verse Two: Yo! Cats bustin out the six, cash flushin out the niggaz Platinum heart in half hangin 'tween the two tit-ties 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 ten cars behind us Order a steak, a glass of OJ to break-fast Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave. The night is young, I'm likin son 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 work, I'll play wit it Til he curve and swerve nigga, stay wit it Bitches in the club they, hated it Cause I put my mack down then I, skated it Chorus Verse Three: You can catch me at the Expo', Jacob Jav Knocking Jigga out the Navigator, layin back, I stay in that Me fallin off? Imagine that, it's not the case I'm _Sittin on Top of the World_ like Brandy and Mase You wanna, buy me a drink, nigga hand me a case Big ballin bitch, I want all of this shit Six AMG's with the spoiler kit Chromes from the fac', phones front and back CoCo, flow, niggaz is wantin that Out they vehicles, niggaz 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 tryin to do about fo' This is for my niggaz and bitches who count dough And y'all in the club I make em bounce Chorus Hot spot (pause), bar y'all (pause) Alright (pause), our world (pause) Hot spot (pause), bar y'all (pause) Alright (pause), our world (pause) Other Foxy Brown lyrics: Broken Silence - Intro lyrics Fallin' lyrics Oh Yeah lyrics B.K. Anthem lyrics The Letter lyrics 7:30 lyrics Candy lyrics Tables Will Turn lyrics Hood Scriptures lyrics Run Dem lyrics 'Bout My Paper lyrics Run Yo Shit lyrics Gangsta Boogie lyrics I Don't Care lyrics So Hot (Remix) lyrics Saddest Day lyrics Bout My Paper lyrics Burning Down The House lyrics La Familia lyrics Big Bad Mamma lyrics Na Na Be Like lyrics It's Hard Being Wifee lyrics Tramp lyrics Baller Bitch lyrics Can You Feel Me Baby lyrics Ride (Down South) lyrics 4-5-6 lyrics Bonnie Clyde Part II lyrics I Can't lyrics JOB lyrics Dog A Fox lyrics My Life lyrics Chyna Whyte lyrics Outro lyrics I'll Be lyrics Fox Boogie lyrics No One's lyrics Ill Na Na lyrics The Chase lyrics If I... lyrics Interlude... The Set Up lyrics The Promise lyrics Get Me Home lyrics Foxy's Bells lyrics Letter To The Firm (Holy Matrimony) lyrics Intro... Chicken Coop lyrics |