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letra de foxy - fugees

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 microphone in here
we honing clear
come to burn rome this year
i own this here
parasites are pr-ne 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 hitchc-ck
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 b-ss, more treble
but beware of the haters cause cain k!lled 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 sn-tchin’ 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-ckers want to see me die
i got a million motherf-ckers 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-t for anyone
your moot sh-t 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!ll 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)

- fugees

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