Lyrics:

[Fox] Ahh, Trackmasters My boo[Dru] Dru Hill, Foxy[Fox] Right[Dru] Ill na na na, Na Na[Fox] Na Na, uhh, that's the shitVerse One: Foxy BrownPlaya haters ery minute wanna stop my dough (uh-huh)And every other minute wanna rock my flow (you know)And every third minute, y'all wanna swerve in itCome quick like a virgin in it... aowwww!So far, came through this year with no braSheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, this head hurtGot em strung, let em know I'm like a Iceefor the best effect you got to use your tongueFind my G-Spot get me hot I'm illFoxy, chocolate baby, Got Milk?Shake that ass like you just don't careCause y'all just rookies to begin, what?Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggazFly niggaz, known to handle a pie niggaChick in a, off white pearl stickson the cellular, gettin them open like Girl 6It's onChorus: Dru Hill (with variations)She's a bad mamma jammaJust as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as can be)Heyyy, she's a bad mamma jammaJust as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as she can be)Verse Two: Foxy BrownPlayer haters ery minute wanna see your clothes (uh-huh)Then every other minute wanna know what you drove (uhhh)Then every third minute, wanna know if the fur's rentedThat's why I got no time for hoesIt's the Brown Fox, surround blocks, sound niceSee me dressed, D-B-S, Brown rocksSee me just, play the low proGot these rap chicks in a chokehold, biotch!Basically, you're wastin your time hatin meI'm like one point five, got to make it threeMy name will forever ringGot em screamin 'Damn Fox!' on erything, hell yeahfor the paper rip a hot draftOnly for the right dough shorty got that? Still in hereI'll be down when you're goin broke, Ill Na NaMaster Tracks like Tone and Poke, and it's onChorusVerse Three: Foxy BrownPlaya haters ery minute wanna shit on wax (uh-huh)Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh)Then every third minute wanna rock you Venice and BourbonNah I ain't got time for dat... that's whyI fakes no jacks, I got chips to gainI'm like Bo Jack baby, I'm hip to the gameI know it well, rock Perotta over ChanelA H-Class hoe with the H. FindelRhyme deep in footwear, via SpigaLike Aaliyah, One in a MillionThere's MC's in this rap shit comin in illinlike I did, laid the groundwork for five hitsMember when I told y'all first week outShipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked outLove yourself, put no one above theeCause ain't nobody gon' f**k me like me, it's onChorus 2X[Dru Hill sings a bunch of na na na's and YAHOO!'s]