Ill Na Na

Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man & Foxy Brown] One time Huh, all up in you like a bone when I Johnny Blaze the Iron Lung Foxy Brown the Ill Na Na (Yeah, c'mon) Destination (C'mon, c'mon), plat' [Verse 1] Yo, Na Na so Ill, first week out Shipped a half a mil', niggas freaked out She's all about sex, pardon, check your facts And the track record, I'm all about plaques Shaking my ass half-naked, lovin' this life Waitin' for Kim album to drop, knowin' it's tight Standing center stage, closin' the show holdin' a gat Since you opened up, I know you're hoping it's wack Niggas screamin' my name on record, straight wildin' Maybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand This is ladies night, and the Mercedes 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 'Member tryna stand my ground, know when I fall I left your ass home alone, hopin' I call [Chorus: Method Man] Who got the illest pussy on the planet? Sugar walls comin' down, niggas can't stand it, the Ill Na Na True Absolut Vodka, straight shots For the has-beens and have-nots, dollar, dollar Bill, and it don't stop, we movin' up First the mansion, then the yacht, sound proper Straight cash get got Bloodhounds tryna hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na [Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Method Man] No more sexin' me all night, thinkin' it's alright While I'm lookin over your shoulder, watching 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 eating getting dressed up, this ain't your pad I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab No more, sharin' our pain, sharin' our maid It's time to outslick niggas, ladies sharin' our game Put it in high gear, flip the eyewear 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 (Uh-uh) Yeah, I don't need a man's wealth (Yeah) But I can do bad by my damn self (Self), and, uh [Chorus: Method Man] Who got the illest pussy on the planet? Sugar walls comin' down, niggas can't stand it, the Ill Na Na True Absolut Vodka, straight shots For the has-beens and have-nots, dollar, dollar Bill, and it don't stop, we movin' up First the mansion, then the yacht, sound proper Straight cash get got Bloodhounds tryna hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na [Pre-Chorus: Method Man] Uh, vodka Not, not Dollar, dollar, stop C'mon, c'mon, yah It's the Ill Na Na [Verse 3: Foxy Brown & Method Man] No more waitin' to exhale, we takin' deep breaths Ladies take this all from Fox, repeat this Love thyself, put no one above thee 'Cause 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 Nikes (Uh, uh) Hit the road (Yeah) Mommy told me in order to find a prince, you gotta kiss some toads [Chorus: Method Man] Who got the illest pussy on the planet? Sugar walls comin' down, niggas can't stand it, the Ill Na Na True Absolut Vodka, straight shots For the has-beens and have-nots, dollar, dollar Bill, and it don't stop, we movin' up First the mansion, then the yacht, sound proper Straight cash get got Bloodhounds tryna hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na