The Mix Tape Volume II

Intro: Pretty Boy (Foxy Brown)<br><br>Yo (uh huh)<br>Don Pooh (yeah) `97 (uhh)<br>Hah (Firm) Pretty Boy `97 (new shit)<br>Fox Boogie `97 (Fox)<br>Yeah (uh yeah) Funkmaster Flex (yeah)<br>Yeah Brook-lyn yo<br><br>Verse One: Pretty Boy<br><br>20 foot celeings with that rough leather sofa<br>Gucci loafers, spendin` weeks at the Stofa<br>Motels makin` slow Moe`s turnin` L`s<br>With Towana, fuckin` in the sauna<br>Pretty Boy steady blowin` backs out<br>And if your man front, gotta pull the gat out<br>Now he laid out, cause I sprayed out<br>Pussy Clyde on the played out<br>Over some ass, you DOA`d out<br>Ya`ll can play in the low Inkeim houses<br>While I got the crib and the Benz one thousand<br><br>Verse Two: Foxy Brown<br><br>Tight like Dee Dee, offi-cal<br>Demi Sec plays, I lays and shakes the ass all day<br>Lay low, in the cream cheese Bently<br>And shake those, artifi-cal<br>I`m Dom P, she was Fay yo<br>Five carats to lay low, E-D<br>Type speedy, you see me, I`m straight 3-D<br>You PD, and why, you straight semi<br>I`m semie, on the Medi, CK-1 and fakes none, da da<br>Yo Flex, word on the street is uh, you set that mix tape shit straight<br>Let me bless that, priMadonna of rap<br>Black and Philipine, well up to Brooklyn<br>And my muthafuckin` Firm team<br>What up baby boys, it`s love<br>Keep it cocked, Firm chill, your rap princess got it locked<br>And uh, see the, rap star, mama seita<br>My 9 maticle greater, lit it up like cheeber<br>It`s our world, what you think<br>To make it real simple, we do what ya`ll can`t, point blank, uhh