Fugees - Foxy lyrics

Ooh, ooh Foxy, Foxy (She's so foxy) Ooh, ooh [Ms. Hill] We need to drop Foxy, Foxy [Lauryn Hill] Yo, we need a, yo, we need a drop right here Yo, Who that there? You the one hot this year Run this here, yo, run this here Hun this here Who dat it duh done this here Numbness here Watch we gon' confirm this here Learn this here To whom it may concern this year We firm this here Your talk can't turn this ear We burn the fear Who wanna throw stones this year? Dem wan bruck up my home this year Clone dis here Now how we gon' condone this here We grown this year They think we all alone in here My tone's sincere I am like a phone in here We honing clear Come to burn Rome this year I own this here Parasites are prone to smear But I'm a burning spear They cowards and they won't come near They don't compare Frauds don't belong in here Dem don't have the ear Dem broads won't be back next year Ooh, ooh Foxy, foxy (She's so foxy) Ooh, ooh Foxy, foxy [Wyclef Jean] Ain't nowhere to go Foxy, but straight to the top I ain't rap 'cause I had writers block I ain't stop, just took time to rewrite the plot Kept the audience in suspense like Alfred Hitchco*k Martin Luther had a dream, then he got shot Malcolm X did a speech, then he got shot But what happened to the days when CNN was Hip-Hop Everybody scared to talk so they won't get shot Listen So let me give it to you on the club level Put up your hands and fling on the devil And tell the DJ more ba**, more treble But beware of the haters cause Cain k**ed Abel Permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent one Automatic , automatic, automatic, automatic gun Everything sounds the same you sound like your mens Y'all doing songs with dead rappers trying' to steal their fans Come on man Ooh, ooh Foxy, foxy (She's so foxy) Ooh, ooh Foxy, foxy [Pras] Foxy, what's your pain Foxy, what's your pleasure We're pirates from the Caribbean snatchin' treasure Matching my soul and ice, I'm cold and nice Used to be number one now we permanent in Jesus Christ Respect the Don Dada! I got a-- Six shots to that! Ring around the collar Million motherf**ers want to see me die I got a million motherf**ers that'll see you try She's so foxy [Lauryn Hill] Right now? Yo. I'm a black queen in a post modern paradigm Beautiful, black, divine, supreme, from another time Foxy as I wanna be Copy if you wanna see Hottie with the intellect! I disappear then resurrect! I spit and heal blind men Can't stop time, and I'm it without striving My kiss can refine men I'm complex like Fine Art Don't shoot sh** for anyone Your moot sh** is simple tongue I spit like a Tommy Gun Alarming to make for I'm so pure to Bayonne From now on, don't call me out my name It's Ms. Hill to everyone, everyone, everyone Spoken with no regrets and that's just for right now 'Cause I didn't make them say EMPRESS yet Hang like a Jackson Pollock Enough truth to k** a college Move with no apology Prima Donna policy Queen! I want equality Careless if you're mad at me Go vex with your savagery I'm declaring my majesty She's so foxy Woah, so foxy now Woah, woah (Ooh, ooh) Ooh, ooh (She's so foxy) Woah, so foxy now Woah, woah (Ooh, ooh) Ooh, ooh (She's so foxy)