Cham - Tables Will Turn lyrics

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Cham - Tables Will Turn lyrics

[-Intro] Foxy Brown (Baby Cham) Ugh, Ehh, Uh! (What, WHAT!) (What's bumpin', Baby Cham, Fox Brown) Uh! Fox Brown, Baby Cham Ugh, Kingston, Brooklyn, WHAT! Dave Kelly, Can't stop this, We did it again What?! What?! Uh! HY-YAH! (Foxy Brown) How many times I gotta let yall b**hes know I'm Why, so many b**hes wanna take my flow I'm Too hot, Too dope, Flow like that pink Cris and Momosa Who the f** doper? (Ehh!) n***as wanna run up in my spots and Every n***a wanna pull off on my frock and Me and Cham do that Yard-Hip Hop and Y'all can't f** with us, We keep n***as boppin' (Let 'em know now) (Baby Cham) Tell dem ah women we a defend Love to si di charlies inna Benz or a BM Holla if ya livin' right Get the benjamins, aight? Let them know a money we a defend (Holla at us now) I let dem' know already and I'm tellin' dem' again We on another level, Fox Brown ah set the trend (We on another level) Head's boppin' and, Collars poppin' and Prada rockin' to the end (Can ya feel me?) Breaker, Breaker Call di undertaker, n***as will' be dyyyy-in' I am no fake-ah Send 'dem n***as cryyyy-in' back to their maker Muddaf**as tryyyy-in' to be a shaker Ya didn't know they shouldn't mess wit' people from Jamaica Baby Cham and Foxy Brown, a we take the cake-ah Drop a bomb on them, Now it's like a earthquake-ah See them fasis movin' like a snake-ah (ya heard me) [-Hook-] Ah whatta day when the tables will turn Whatta day when the tables will turn Ah whatta day when the tables will turn Whatta day when the tables will turn, (Wey eh) Whatta day when the tables will turn Whatta day when the tables will turn, (Yo) Whatta day when the tables will turn Whatta, day when the tables will turn (Foxy Brown) Throw ya hands up, wild the f** out Rollin a kiki, bust the screechy (Eh!) Zip it up, eh, zip it up, eh, zip it up, eh, zip it up, HY-YAH! Grab a couple stouts and, show 'em what y'all 'bout Y'all can't deny us, we dare y'all to try us The best to ever do it, so throw ya hands to it And hit the dancefloor, what the f** y'all came for? Hot sh**, Ill Na Na, MadHouse, Lock this sh** down n***a what, we don't give a f** Big p**y like Sopranos, Young Fox ride big co*k my n***a An pupalik pon dat, Ehh [-repeat hook then Baby Chams verse until fade-]

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