Habari zenyu?
Uzi huu ni kwa wale wote wapenda music nawakaribisha kupost music wowote ule.
Karibunyi;)
Habari zenyu?
Uzi huu ni kwa wale wote wapenda music nawakaribisha kupost music wowote ule.
Karibunyi;)
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Iskabaaa
Wazee wa hiphop msiniangushe
thanks my king
Kwa wadau wa mziki wa kitambo cha kati.
Mwenye nyimbo za 20% hususan zile ngumu kuzipata mtandaoni mfano ajira, anatoka na nani, na usinibembeleze, mwenye nazo namuomba ashee (share) nasisi.
Huu ni moja wa wimbo niupendao sanasanaâŚpaaaaaaaaaaaâŚsauti ya champaign hiyo
Na hii ndiyo origin ya neno oyooooooooâŚ
Enzi hizo tulikuwa tunalitetemesha jijiâŚalikuwepo tu mheshimiwa sugu,cool James r.i.p na D.J JD respect to yoâallâŚ
Pata kitu hichi cha fox brownâŚ
Oh Yeah
Foxy Brown
Iâm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game
Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl
Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl
Moâ rockin Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl
Niggaz say Iâm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty
Fuck yâall thought? Be dancin around in suits like Iâm {Diddy}
Pretty, show niggaz how we run this city
Respect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in ya lane
Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane
And dare one of yâall rappin chicks to mention Fox name
âWhatâs Beef?â beef is when bitches think itâs sweet
See yâall frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)
Check, uhh
Itâs like Iâm in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like Iâm just too fuckin real
I love to stack riches, no disrespect yâall
I respect the rap game, but I donât fuck with rap bitches
Iâm speakin from my heart
Itâs not that Iâm too good, Iâm just hood
Been like this from the fuckin start
Since I bust my gun in ninety-six
Yâall never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks
Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit
You a industry bitch, Iâm in the streets bitch
I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs
But, other than that itâs just me and my six
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)
I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed it with the Triniâ rum and whiskey
Uhh, proper set off
Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm
Gangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoy
Who yâall know rock Prada like Fox
Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella
Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face
Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste
Act like yâall donât know I keeps gat beneath waist
And like a hundred thouâ each crib in each safe
When Fox come through she have a gun in the place
Iâm like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wanâ race?
Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin
Fuck, yâall only nice around mics like Pippen
Shit, to all my thugs thatâs Bloodân or Cripân
Iâm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)