Dave Kelly - Run Dem lyrics
[Foxy] Whoa [Cham] A wha de blood claat do dem fool deh [Foxy Brown] Who the f** told b**hes they could do what I do And all of a sudden all y'all b**hes got accents too Bad gyal, b**hes can't do the sh** that I do Sometime a gal fi get kuff - hoo hoo hoo hoo; whoa I tell a motherf**er this Some n***as nowadays mood's worse than a b**h And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so Got the p**y; I got the lie fo'? I'm a grown a** b**h with my own a** sh** Now hear dis, una wan' chat? Me a go BUST una secret Ya a big battyman, ya love look man bottom p**y watchman, you a trace gyal pattern f** who, n***as wish they could f** me Like they never seen a hot gal act like we Big bumba claat star, push hot car Big hood, me love back way all day And the way my man f**, can't even stand up And when he gets stiff it cum like ten dicks Take it through my hole right through my appendix I got a message; why dont y'all motherf**ers sit on this? [Hook 2X: Baby Cham] From a puss hole, dis man we shot dem If a fa** hole fi dead man we back dem If a gun shot fi bust man we clap dem An if a riddim fi ride man we rock dem [Foxy Brown] Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest Picture me f**in with a n***a half my status Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me buck it Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket How dare y'all motherf**ers even spit my name Cool now man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game And tell dem all your gang p**y like sugar cane And buck yat take beer owed by queer, oh dem where dat? Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut I wouldn't f** you if I was horny, or pissy-a** drunk Lucky I don't f** around and get you stuck up Waitin outside your studio, collect your dub bucks b**h - f** around and get that n***a gun buck Outside and fully loaded with the gun stashed up In front of cactus, chrome fo'-fifth And a bag of full clip for n***as with loose lip - FIYAH [Hook] [Foxy Brown] How many times I got to let y'all b**hes know I'm One of a kind, can't f** with mines See when Fox in the place, pure hotness a gwan When I bust wine we na watch ya face, gwan Ya too fraud, sound ridiculous I'm the only Trini b**h that can kick yard sh**, FIYAH What you know about skin out and bruck out Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style [Baby Cham - repeat 2X] Look at this wannabe's comin around me Sick of these fake G's tryin to clown me Why these n***as be tryin to drown me I'm tellin you fools no one can bound me [Hook - repeat to end] {*Baby Cham ad libs at end, w/o beat*}