Foxy Brown - Hot Spot lyrics

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Foxy Brown - Hot Spot lyrics

Guess who's back! Uhh Yeah, uhh, uhh [Verse One:] Aiyyo! Rhyme or crime, let's get it on MC's 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 Dom Been this nice since umm, the first Prince bomb Before "The Artist Was Known As" wit my grown a** Haters said it won't last, know how many birds I flown past Celly on roam, full belly, first cla** And I don't play, I watch them pockets Know y'all n***az go broke after you cop them watches See you in the club, no bub' n***a pop it Then you wanna f**, give it up n***a, not this My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest You ain't got dough, you can't go with the Fox b**h [Chorus: Foxy Brown] You can catch me at the hot spot cause I Fox, I plots at the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls You can catch me at the hot spot, I Fox, I plots at the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls [Verse Two:] Yo! Cats bustin out the six, cash flushin out the n***az Platinum heart in half hangin 'tween the two tit-ties 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 ten cars behind us Order a steak, a gla** of OJ to break-fast Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave. The night is young, I'm likin son Either he don't have one, or his wife is dumb His whole hand numb, n***a iced his thumb Pull up my tights some, enticin him You can handle the work, I'll play wit it Til he curve and swerve n***a, stay wit it b**hes in the club they, hated it Cause I put my mack down then I, skated it [Chorus] [Verse Three:] You can catch me at the Expo', Jacob Jav Knocking Jigga out the Navigator, layin back, I stay in that Me fallin off? Imagine that, it's not the case I'm _Sittin on Top of the World_ like Brandy and Mase You wanna, buy me a drink, n***a hand me a case Big ballin b**h, I want all of this sh** Six AMG's with the spoiler kit Chromes from the fac', phones front and back CoCo, flow, n***az is wantin that Out they vehicles, n***az 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 tryin to do about fo' This is for my n***az and b**hes who count dough And y'all in the club I make em bounce [Chorus] Hot spot (pause), bar y'all (pause) Alright (pause), our world (pause) Hot spot (pause), bar y'all (pause) Alright (pause), our world (pause)