Foxy Brown - Hot Spot 
Uh-huh uh, UHH 
Guess who`s back!Uhh 
Yeah, uhh, uhh 
Verse One: 
Aiyyo!Rhyme or crime, let`s get it on 
MC`s wanna eat me but it`s Ramadan 
Peep what`s on the arm, when it`s ice it`s ice 
When I`m right, I`m right, when you`re wrong, you`re wrong 
I`m the bomb, records is platinum, skin is bronze 
Flows all night like vintage Dom 
Been this nice since umm, the first Prince bomb 
Before "The Artist Was Known As" wit my grown ass 
Haters said it won`t last, know how many birds I flown past 
Celly on roam, full belly, first class 
And I don`t play, I watch them pockets 
Know y`all niggaz go broke after you cop them watches 
See you in the club, no bub` nigga pop it
Then you wanna fuck, give it up nigga, not this 
My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest 
You ain`t got dough, you can`t go with the Fox bitch 
Chorus: Foxy Brown 
You can catch me at the hot spot cause I Fox, I plots 
at the bar y`all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho` you right, you can`t stop it
This is our world, me and my girls 
You can catch me at the hot spot, I Fox, I plots 
at the bar y`all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho` you right, you can`t stop it
This is our world, me and my girls 
Verse Two: 
Yo!Cats bustin out the six, cash flushin out the niggaz 
Platinum heart in half hangin `tween the two tit-ties 
Scheme on your team, lookin over graph pictures 
Pick the finest, then I put it on the minors 
Love, after the club, meet me at the diner 
So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us 
Order a steak, a glass of OJ to break-fast 
Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave. 
The night is young, I`m likin son 
Either he don`t have one, or his wife is dumb 
His whole hand numb, nigga iced his thumb 
Pull up my tights some, enticin him 
You can handle the work, I`ll play wit it 
Til he curve and swerve nigga, stay wit it 
Bitches in the club they, hated it 
Cause I put my mack down then I, skated it 
Chorus 
Verse Three: 
You can catch me at the Expo`, Jacob Jav 
Knocking Jigga out the Navigator, layin back, I stay in that 
Me fallin off?Imagine that, it`s not the case 
I`m _Sittin on Top of the World_ like Brandy and Mase 
You wanna, buy me a drink, nigga hand me a case
Big ballin bitch, I want all of this shit 
Six AMG`s with the spoiler kit 
Chromes from the fac`, phones front and back 
CoCo, flow, niggaz is wantin that 
Out they vehicles, niggaz is bumpin that 
I heard you wanna stop Fox, tell me how so 
I got that New York, to the Dirty South flow 
Whole album hot, even the outro 
This time around I`m tryin to do about fo` 
This is for my niggaz and bitches who count dough 
And y`all in the club I make em bounce 
Chorus 
Hot spot (pause), bar y`all (pause) 
Alright (pause), our world (pause) 
Hot spot (pause), bar y`all (pause) 
Alright (pause), our world (pause),