Foxy Brown - Stylin' lyrics

(-Intro-) Fever Baby OK, alright Brooklyn Uh-Oh Uh-Oh Yeah Uh Huh b**hes throw ya drinks up, Style when we be comin' in n***as throw ya guns up, Whyle when we be runnin in And all that ain't nothin, We at the bar frontin Its necessary, We stays in Burburry (Whooooo) (-Verse 1-) You know how it go, Fox and Gav In a navy blue Rov, Stuttin in Halo On the I-95, Keepin it live In the hood, in the 5, Front of Kennedy Fried (Whooooo) Then slide off with a NBA jump-off Or a nice lil' rapper, Whoever money stack up Duke, Cop a little H-Tod shoe And them little boxer dudes, Get a watch or two (Whoa) It ain't greed, Yall got kids to feed f** it, All he wanna do is k** it and leave So, Lay low and throw the p**y like the free throw Brooklyn broad and bet I keep the heat low (-Hook-) Its necessary, We styles in Burburry And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans bwoy Its necessary, We stays in Burburry And a Mark Jacob bag and a H-Tod shoe (Whoo) (2X) (-Verse 2-) When we walk up in the club, n***as be like, "OH!" They ain't got no dough? Bet we be like, "NO!" We bout our paper and all that fam Rollin through Planet Hollywood knockin that k**a Cam (Whoa) Up in V.I.P. with F.B With a nice throw back, Right below a good G Now, dude is ill, I'm lovin his boys I'm all, seing he's gangsta, I'm watching him swift now They wanna see us, b**hes they wanna be us Fox and Althea in a powder blue two seater We the truth in our Juicy sweat suits When we come through ya town, Every'ting shut down (-Hook 2X-) (-Verse 3-) 20's with the rims, B-custom kitted Bently And everything we do, They a**ist like Jamaal Tinsley co*ky ba*tard, I only spits acid Slept on Broken Silence, Fever bout to smash it This here's a cla**ic, We keeps it drastic I'm all engaged engaged to dough and married to plastic And you know how we do, Fresh pair Air Force 2's With the toaster, Kobe pull over (Whoo) (-Hook 2X-)