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(feat. Foxy Brown, Pretty Boy) [Intro: Pretty Boy (Foxy Brown)] Yo (uh huh) Don Pooh (yeah) '97 (uhh) Hah (Firm) Pretty Boy '97 (new shit) Fox Boogie '97 (Fox) Yeah (uh yeah) Funkmaster Flex (yeah) Yeah Brook-lyn yo [Verse One: Pretty Boy] 20 foot celeings with that rough leather sofa Gucci loafers, spendin' weeks at the Stofa Motels makin' slow Moe's turnin' L's With Towana, fuckin' in the sauna Pretty Boy steady blowin' backs out And if your man front, gotta pull the gat out Now he laid out, cause I sprayed out Pussy Clyde on the played out Over some ass, you DOA'd out Ya'll can play in the low Inkeim houses While I got the crib and the Benz one thousand [Verse Two: Foxy Brown] Songtexte Tight like Dee Dee, offi-cal Demi Sec plays, I lays and shakes the ass all day Lay low, in the cream cheese Bently And shake those, artifi-cal I'm Dom P, she was Fay yo Five carats to lay low, E-D Type speedy, you see me, I'm straight 3-D You PD, and why, you straight semi I'm semie, on the Medi, CK-1 and fakes none, da da Yo Flex, word on the street is uh, you set that mix tape shit straight Let me bless that, priMadonna of rap Black and Philipine, well up to Brooklyn And my muthafuckin' Firm team What up baby boys, it's love Keep it cocked, Firm chill, your rap princess got it locked And uh, see the, rap star, mama seita My 9 maticle greater, lit it up like cheeber It's our world, what you think To make it real simple, we do what ya'll can't, point blank, uhh Aus Songtexte Mania