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Les paroles de Ill Na Na
| | | Artiste: | Man Method |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Titre: | Ill Na Na | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 81 fois | | | | Paroles: | 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
Meet my boo,
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 whole night
You hate when it's above 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, fuck 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
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