Текст песни We Makin It - Foxy Brown
Intro:
Yo,
turn
me
up
Verse
1 [Foxy]:
What
ya′ll
know
bout
bangin'
out?
Till
there′s
nothin'
left
stash
box
mag
4s
all
up
in
the
dashboards
Look,
ya'll
think
we
get
this
cash
for?
We
gon′
front
till
we
die
Throw
that
money
in
the
sky
homie
I
rock
them
Louis′
ya'll
know
already
But
it′s
necessary
I
style
in
Burberry
Young
Fox
I
run
hip-hop
Niggas
know
them
hits
won't
stop
bet
them
clips
will
pop
Bet
I
be
in
that
big
body
Rover
Frontin′
hard
in
the
squad
L-V
on
them
loafers
I'm
an
ill
bitch
I
styles
like
I′m
supposed
to
Niggas
in
the
pen
gettin'
right
off
my
posters
In
the
pearl
white
hatch
back
got
my
swagger
back
and
I
don't
know
how
to
act
nigga
My
groove
is
on
my
team
is
strong
Hey
yo
Gav
please
bring
them
motherfuckin′
horns
in
Chorus
[Young
Gavin]:
This
is
what
we
came
to
do
Gettin′
money
playboy
we
ain't
playin′
wit'
you
Who
the
one
that
got
the
streets
on
lock
Somebody
better
call
the
cops
What
we
doin′
huh?
[Sung]
We
makin'
it
Fever
hit
Ya′ll
know
it's
Fox
She
keeps
it
hot
Verse
2 [Foxy]:
And
I
bring
it
to
bitches
for
real
Special
delivery
Five
years
strong
and
they
still
tryin'
to
get
rid
of
me
But
I′m
still
here
niggas
I
do
this
for
Gav
to
keep
them
young
boys
runnin′
through
the
ave
Have
the
team
lookin'
good
I
be′s
in
the
hood
Dubs
on
the
wheels
and
Bs
on
the
hood
Pop
50
bottles
Halo
to
Hollywood
I'm
so
gutter
Acki
sweat
suit
with
the
hood
Might
flip
it
on
these
bitches
and
throw
on
the
Plein
Sud
Wit
a
real
good
shoot
lookin′
real
fuckin'
good
Start
our
her
label,
she′ll
never
be
able
Now
I
styles
on
niggas
and
I
turn
the
tables
Now
meetings
with
Kev
and
Lyor
at
the
round
table
In
a
three-quarter
butter
brown
Sable
Ya'll
niggas
hustlin'
deals
and
I′m
still
on
the
grind
Tryin′
to
appeal
still
beatin'
Russell
for
mils
(Chorus
[Young
Gavin]
Verse
3 [Foxy]:
Irate
the
weak
movin′
a
brick
in
half
a
week
And
it's
hard
to
eat
in
these
Brooklyn
streets
The
truth
is
you
bitches
only
live
in
a
booth
I
move
big
sixty
deuce
that′s
Prada
goose
nigga
Throw
our
money
out
our
prowler
roof
I'm
about
to
tightin′
the
noose
they
talkin'
loose
Man,
me
and
Gav
in
them
Lacs,
Tyson's
bout
to
get
them
belts
back
Brooklyn′s
back
nigga
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