Intro: Method Man. One time.... Huhh all up in ya like a bone when I.... Johnny Blaze the Iron Lung. Foxy Brown the Ill Na Na (yeah c'mon yeah c'mon). Destination... (c'mon c'mon) plat'. Verse One: Foxy Brown. Yo Na Na so Ill first week out. Shipped a half a mil niggaz freaked out. She's all about sex pard-on check your facts. and the track record I'm all about plaques. Shakin my ass half naked lovin this life. Waitin for Kim album to drop knowin it's tight. Standin center stage closin the show holdin a gat. Since you opened up I know you're hopin it's wack. Niggaz screamin my name on record straight whylin. Maybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand. This is ladies night and the Mercedes's 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. I'ma try to stand my ground know when I fall. I left your ass Home Alone hopin I call. Chorus: Method Man. Who's got the illest pussy on the planet?. Sugar walls comin down niggaz can't stand it the Ill Na Na. True Absolut Vodka straight shots. for the has-beens and have-nots dolla dolla. Real and it don't stop we movin up. First the mansion then the yacht sound proper. Straight cash get got bloodhounds. tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox the Ill Na Na. Verse Two: Foxy Brown. No more sexin me all night thinkin it's alright. While I'm lookin over your shoulder watchin 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 eatin gettin dressed up this ain't yo' pad. I left some money on the dresser find you a cab. No more sharin I pain sharin I made. It's time to outslick niggaz ladies sharin our game. Put it in high gear flip the eye wear. 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-huh). Yeah I don't need a man's wealth (yeah). But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self). And uhh.... Chorus. [Method]. Uhh... vodka.... Not... not.... Dolla dolla... stop stop.... C'mon c'mon... yah it's the Ill Na Na. Verse Three: Foxy Brown. No more Waitin To Exhale we takin deep breaths. Ladies take this over I be Fox so peep this. Love thyself with 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 Nike's (uh uh yeah). Hit the road. Mami told me in order to find a Prince. you gotta kiss some toads. Chorus.