Released: March 4, 1997
Featuring: JAY-Z
Songwriter: Poke Bruce Swedien Bobby Watson René Moore Angela Winbush Tone JAY-Z
Producer: Trackmasters
[Intro: Jay Z]
That's right, papa, that's right
How we doin', yeah, Ill Na Na
Uh huh, uh, come on
[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
What up pop? brace yourself as I ride on top
Close your eyes as you ride right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
Wanna give me the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty girl, don't pass me the world
I push the V, not the backseat girl
Don't deepthroat for c-notes, she floats
Murder she wrote and keeps the heat close
Firm nigga, we 'posed to be the illest on three coasts
Familia, bigger than Icos
Y'all Danny DeVitos, small niggas
All I see is the panty eaters, that's all, niggas
Loan sharkin' this year, raise the figgas
Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up
And take notice, Na Na take over
Y'all take quotas to hit papa
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure
(I'll be good)
That's right we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure
(I'll be good)
[Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Jay Z]
I'm too live, nasty as I wanna be
Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me
'Fore I take you there and tear your back out
That shit ain't happened since The Mack was out
I'm Lola Falana, dripped in Gabbana
Nineties style, the finest style
Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit
Put me on the basin, throw your face in it, fucker
Na Na, y'all can't touch her
My sex drive all night like a trucker
Let alone the skills I possess
And y'all gon' see by these mil's I possess
Never settle for less, I'm in excess
Not inexpensive VVS
To the two, that's just the way I'm built
Nasty, but classy, still
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure
(I'll be good)
That's right we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure
(I'll be good)
[Bridge: Jay-Z]
Well you can hold what I got, roll with the Roc
A-Fella capo in the candy apple drop
Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop?
Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third and a lot?
[Verse 3: Foxy Brown]
Dig me, I'll get you locked like Biggie with herb in the spot
Word middie, the cop 'n biddie
Uhh, I'm the bomb-diggy, punana
Sexy brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all
Make 'em turn over from the full-court pressure
To undress ya and shit all over your asses
I ain't playin' knockin' out at the weigh-in
I'm sayin', what's the sense in delayin'
I'm tryin to run G from the P to the A.M
I saw your little thing now I'm swayin', OK'in
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure
(I'll be good)
That's right we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure
(I'll be good)
That's right, papa, that's right
How we doin', yeah, Ill Na Na
Uh huh, uh, come on
[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
What up pop? brace yourself as I ride on top
Close your eyes as you ride right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
Wanna give me the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty girl, don't pass me the world
I push the V, not the backseat girl
Don't deepthroat for c-notes, she floats
Murder she wrote and keeps the heat close
Firm nigga, we 'posed to be the illest on three coasts
Familia, bigger than Icos
Y'all Danny DeVitos, small niggas
All I see is the panty eaters, that's all, niggas
Loan sharkin' this year, raise the figgas
Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up
And take notice, Na Na take over
Y'all take quotas to hit papa
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure
(I'll be good)
That's right we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure
(I'll be good)
[Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Jay Z]
I'm too live, nasty as I wanna be
Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me
'Fore I take you there and tear your back out
That shit ain't happened since The Mack was out
I'm Lola Falana, dripped in Gabbana
Nineties style, the finest style
Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit
Put me on the basin, throw your face in it, fucker
Na Na, y'all can't touch her
My sex drive all night like a trucker
Let alone the skills I possess
And y'all gon' see by these mil's I possess
Never settle for less, I'm in excess
Not inexpensive VVS
To the two, that's just the way I'm built
Nasty, but classy, still
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure
(I'll be good)
That's right we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure
(I'll be good)
[Bridge: Jay-Z]
Well you can hold what I got, roll with the Roc
A-Fella capo in the candy apple drop
Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop?
Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third and a lot?
[Verse 3: Foxy Brown]
Dig me, I'll get you locked like Biggie with herb in the spot
Word middie, the cop 'n biddie
Uhh, I'm the bomb-diggy, punana
Sexy brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all
Make 'em turn over from the full-court pressure
To undress ya and shit all over your asses
I ain't playin' knockin' out at the weigh-in
I'm sayin', what's the sense in delayin'
I'm tryin to run G from the P to the A.M
I saw your little thing now I'm swayin', OK'in
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure
(I'll be good)
That's right we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure
(I'll be good)
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- Ill Na Na (1996)
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