Lyric Ill Na Na
[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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
