Lyric Hot Spot
Foxy Brown (talk):
Uh huh-uh. Unh. Guess who s back? Unh. Yeah.
Foxy Brown (Verse One):
Hey yo. Rhyme or crime, let s get it on. MCs 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 don. Been this nice since umm.. the first prince born. Before the artist was known as wit my grown ass. Haters said it won t last, know how many words I ve flown past? Celly on hold, full belly, first class. And I don t play. I watch them pockets. And y all niggas 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.
Foxy Brown (Hook):
You can catch me at the hot spot. I Fox, I plots, at the bar y all. All night, I pops. Is it alright? Yeah, you right, you can t stop it. This is our world, me & my girls. (repeat all)
Foxy Brown (Verse Two):
Hey yo, cash bustin out the six. Cats bustin out them niggas. Crack the heart in half, hang it tween the two titties. 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 10 cars behind us. Order a steak and glass of OJ to break fast. Hop in the car, and head straight up eighth ave. The night is young, I like him some. 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 road, I ll play wit it. Till he curve n swerve and stay wit it. Bitches in the club stay hatin it. Cause I put my mack down and I stay wit it.
Hook
Foxy Brown (Verse Three):
You can catch me at the expo, Jacob Jav. Knockin Jigga out the navigator, layin back. I m sayin that, me fallin off? Imagine that. That s not the case, I m standin on top of the world. Like Brandy and Mase. You wanna buy me a drink? Nigga, pass me a case. Big baller bitch, I want all of this shit. Six AMG s with the spoiler kit, chromes from the fax. Chromes front and back. Cocoa flow niggas wantin that. Out they vehicles, niggas 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 try n to do about 4. This is for my niggas and bitches who count dough. And y all in the club, I make em bounce.
Hot spot. Bar y all. All right? Our world.
Hot spot. Bar y all. All right? Our world.
(Instrumental until end)
Uh huh-uh. Unh. Guess who s back? Unh. Yeah.
Foxy Brown (Verse One):
Hey yo. Rhyme or crime, let s get it on. MCs 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 don. Been this nice since umm.. the first prince born. Before the artist was known as wit my grown ass. Haters said it won t last, know how many words I ve flown past? Celly on hold, full belly, first class. And I don t play. I watch them pockets. And y all niggas 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.
Foxy Brown (Hook):
You can catch me at the hot spot. I Fox, I plots, at the bar y all. All night, I pops. Is it alright? Yeah, you right, you can t stop it. This is our world, me & my girls. (repeat all)
Foxy Brown (Verse Two):
Hey yo, cash bustin out the six. Cats bustin out them niggas. Crack the heart in half, hang it tween the two titties. 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 10 cars behind us. Order a steak and glass of OJ to break fast. Hop in the car, and head straight up eighth ave. The night is young, I like him some. 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 road, I ll play wit it. Till he curve n swerve and stay wit it. Bitches in the club stay hatin it. Cause I put my mack down and I stay wit it.
Hook
Foxy Brown (Verse Three):
You can catch me at the expo, Jacob Jav. Knockin Jigga out the navigator, layin back. I m sayin that, me fallin off? Imagine that. That s not the case, I m standin on top of the world. Like Brandy and Mase. You wanna buy me a drink? Nigga, pass me a case. Big baller bitch, I want all of this shit. Six AMG s with the spoiler kit, chromes from the fax. Chromes front and back. Cocoa flow niggas wantin that. Out they vehicles, niggas 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 try n to do about 4. This is for my niggas and bitches who count dough. And y all in the club, I make em bounce.
Hot spot. Bar y all. All right? Our world.
Hot spot. Bar y all. All right? Our world.
(Instrumental until end)
