- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Smith
 - Clifford / Carter
 - Shawn C. / Charles
 - Charly / Lapread
 - Ronald / Orange
 - Walter Lee / King
 - William / Mcclary
 - Thomas / Richie
 - Lionel B. Jr. / Williams
 - Milan B.
 
- Genres:
 - Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
 - explicit
 - female vocalist
 - rap
 
- See also:
 
Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na lyrics
One time
 Huh, all up in ya like a bone when I
 Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
 Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na
 Destination, plat'
 Yo Na Na, so ill, first week out
 Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
 She's all about sex, pard-on, check your facts
 And the track record, I'm all about plaques
 Shakin' my ass, half naked, lovin' this life
 Waitin' for 'Kim' album to drop, knowin' it's tight
 Standin' center stage, closin' the show, holdin' a gat
 Since you opened up, I know you're hopin' it's wack
 Niggaz, screamin' my name on record straight whylin'
 Maybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
 This is ladies night and the Mercedes's tight
 When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
 Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight
 It's my time to shine, it's playtime tonight
 I'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall
 I left your ass home alone, hopin' I call
 Who's got the illest pussy on the planet?
 Sugar walls comin' down, niggaz can't stand it, the Ill Na Na
 True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
 For the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
 Real and it don't stop, we movin' up
 First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
 Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
 Tryin' to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na
 No more sexin' me all night, thinkin' it's alright
 While I'm lookin over your shoulder, watchin' the hall light
 You hate when it's a ball, right? Ladies, this ain't handball
 Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike
 In the morning when it's all bright, eggs over easy
 Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes
 While I'm eatin', gettin' dressed up, this ain't yo' pad
 I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab
 Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na - http://motolyrics.com/foxy-brown/ill-na-na-lyrics.html
 No more, sharin' I pain, sharin' I made
 It's time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin' our game
 Put it in high gear, flip the eye wear
 Nas ruled the world but now it's my year
 And from, here on I solemnly swear
 To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater
 Yeah, I don't need a man's wealth
 But I can do bad by my damn self
 And uhh
 Who's got the illest pussy on the planet?
 Sugar walls comin' down, niggaz can't stand it, the Ill Na Na
 True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
 For the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
 Real and it don't stop, we movin' up
 First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
 Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
 Tryin' to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na
 Uhh, vodka
 Not, not
 Dolla dolla, stop stop
 C'mon c'mon, yah, it's the Ill Na Na
 No more waitin' to exhale, we takin' deep breaths
 Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this
 Love thyself with no one above thee
 'Cuz ain't nobody gon' love me like me
 If he, don't do the right thing like Spike Lee
 Bye bye Wifey, make him lose his Nike's
 Hit the road
 Mami told me in order to find a prince
 You gotta kiss some toads
 Who's got the illest pussy on the planet?
 Sugar walls comin' down, niggaz can't stand it, the Ill Na Na
 True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
 For the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
 Real and it don't stop, we movin' up
 First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
 Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
 Tryin' to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na













