Oh Yeah Foxy Brown (Ft. Spragga Benz)

[Intro]
Stick it up, mister
Hear what I'm saying, sir, yeah (Yeah, no, no, no, no, yeah)
Get your hands in the air, sir (Woo, yeah)

[Chorus: Spragga Benz]
Why yo, why yo-yo-yo
Why yo, why yagga-ya-yo
Why yo, why yo-yo-yo
Why yo, why yagga-ya-yo (Yagga-yo)

[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
I'm the most critically acclaimed rap bitch in the game
Coast-to-coast, stash the gat in holster girl
Dark-skinned Christian Dior poster girl
I'm a rockin' Timbs bitch and a Gucci loafer girl
Niggas say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty
Fuck y'all thought? Be dancin' around in suits like I'm *****?
Pretty, show niggas how we run this city
Respect my name, Boogie, nigga, stay in ya lane
Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane
And dare one of y'all rap bitches to mention Fox name
What's beef? Beef is when bitches think it's sweet
See, I'm frontin' in the streets and let my gat leak

[Chorus: Spragga Benz]
Why yo, why yo-yo-yo
Why yo, why yagga-ya-yo
Why yo, why yo-yo-yo
Why yo, why yagga-ya-yo (Yagga-yo, check, uh)