FoxY BrowN Hot Spot Lyrics
            Uh-huh uh, UHH
            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 class
            And I don't play, I watch them pockets
            Know y'all n____z go broke after you cop them watches
            See you in the club, no bub' n____ pop it
            Then you wanna f___, give it up n____, not this
            My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest
            You ain't got dough, you can't go with the Fox b____
        
            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____z
            Platinum heart in half hangin 'tween the two t__-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 glass 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____ 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____, stay wit it
            b____es 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____ hand me a case
            Big ballin b____, I want all of this s___
            Six AMG's with the spoiler kit
            Chromes from the fac', phones front and back
            CoCo, flow, n____z is wantin that
            Out they vehicles, n____z is b__pin 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____z and b____es 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)
        
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