Alba s touto skladbou:
Stray from the path,
[-Intro] Foxy Brown (Baby Cham)
Ugh, Ehh, Uh!
(What, WHAT!) (What's bumpin', Baby Cham, Fox Brown) Uh!
Fox Brown, Baby Cham
Ugh, Kingston, Brooklyn, WHAT! Dave Kelly, Can't stop this, We did it again
What?! What?! Uh!
HY-YAH!
(Foxy Brown)
How many times I gotta let yall bitches know I'm,
Why, so many bitches wanna take my flow I'm,
Too hot, Too dope, Flow like that pink Cris and Momosa
Who the fuck dope-ah? (Ehh!)
Niggas wanna run up in my spots and,
Every nigga wanna pull off on my frock and,
Me and Cham do that Yard-Hip Hop and,
Y'all can't fuck with us, We keep niggas boppin' (Let 'em know now)
(Baby Cham)
Tell 'em ah woman wi a defend
Love to see di Charlie's in the Benz's or BM's
Our life, Ya livin' right
Get them benjamins, aight? Let them know a money we a defend (Holla at us now)
I let dem' know already and I'm tellin' dem' again
you are on another level, Fox Brown ah set the trend (We on another level)
Head's boppin' and, Collars poppin' and, Prada rockin' to the end (Can ya feel
me?)
Breaker, Breaker
Call di under take-ah, Niggas wan' be dyyyy-in', And I am no fake-ah
Send 'dem niggas cryyyy-in' back to their maker
Muddafuckas tryyyy-in' to be a shake-ah
Ya didn't know they shouldn't mess wit' people from Jamaica
Baby Cham and Foxy Brown, a we take the cake-ah
Drop a bomb on them, Now it's like a earthquake-ah
See, the fassys movin' like a snake-ah (You heard me?)
[-Chorus-]
Ah whatta day when the tables will turn
whatta day when the tables will turn,
Ah whatta day when the tables will turn
whatta day when the tables will turn, (Wey eh)
whatta day when the tables will turn
whatta day when the tables will turn, (Yo)
whatta day when the tables will turn
whatta, day when the tables will turn,
(Foxy Brown)
Throw ya hands up, Whyle the fuck out
Rawer than a key, key, Buss the screechy (Eh!)
Zip it Up, Uh, Zip It Up, Zip It Up, Zip It Up, HY-YAH!
Grab a cup ah stouse and, Show 'em watch yall 'bout
Yall can't deny us, We dare yall to try us
The best to ever do it, So throw ya hands to it
And hit the dancefloor, What the fuck yall came for?
Hot shit, Ill Na Na, MadHouse, Lock this shit down
Nigga what, We don't get a fuck
Big pussy like Sopranos, Young Fox ride big cock my nigga
Ah puppa lick pon dat, Ehh
[-repeat hook then Baby Chams verse until fade-]
