Lyrics

[Verse 1: Foxy Brown] Yo, it's the cruel summer, cruel stool in the hummer With the visor twist back (Huh) it's the number 1 stunner Back on the block with some shit that the cops a banned I cease niggas like the Taliban (Woo) 16 in [?] in the Nautica van, with a fresh pair of filas and Dapper Dan and Gettin' fancy in the [?] from Delancey And only real New Yorkers'll understand me Wit a good Movado and a crisp pair of lotto now my niggas up in [?] at the bar holdin' bottles (Huh) We style for real, these other bitches followin' Bet they try to see us, but they nеver gon' be us, now The lovе is gone, the foolin' is done and if they ain't 'bout they money, (Uh-huh) bet them niggas gettin' oned and [?] [?] back to the slums, ain't nuttin' [?], show you how to do this, hun [Chorus] (Cruel) cruel summer Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel (It's a cruel) cruel summer Now your gone [Verse 2: Foxy Brown] Uh oh, here comes Fox again, and we Knockin' bitches out the box again, got the Rap game all locked again Like the Ill Na Na days, I'm still not afraid (Nigga) Dropped Chyna Doll, which I happened to love, then Broken Silence put me back in the club Then I gave it sometime, now I'm the one to come up Catch The Fever this time, I'm 'bout to run the summer (Huh) Heavy rotation, (Uh-huh) every rotation, 3,000 spins we 'bout to win, it's gonna Be more hits, we'll see more stats, a little Dior this and Dior that, (Woo) they like, Fox stay stylin' like she all that (Huh) I never worry, I styles in Burberry, now Usually I'm on some grimy shit, but Let's take it back to summer 96', (It's a cruel) come on [Chorus] (Cruel) cruel summer Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel (It's a cruel) cruel summer (Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, woah) Now your gone (Yea, they like Fox) (Ok) (Ok) (Uh-huh) [Verse 3: Foxy Brown] And now they tellin me, "Whoa lil' mama, let me holla at you We could keep this on the low lil' mama" Now, look, homie, I'm out of your budget And supportin' Fox is not in your budget, plus Anything I want, ain't hard to have Soon as I drop a joint, people startin' to blab (Uh-huh) Talkin' 'bout they seen me tryna to park the Nav and I don't need to drive, I give them cars to Gav, now , wooh [Chorus] (Cruel) cruel summer Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel (It's a cruel) cruel summer Now your gone (Cruel) cruel summer (Cruel) cruel summer (Cruel) cruel summer (Cruel) cruel summer (It's a cruel)