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Foxy Brown "No One (Love You Better) & If I"

Follow the monthly Plates & Crates Movement! Plates & Crates: www.facebook.com/PlatesNCrates Subscribe To My Channel and Get More Great Videos ► http://www.youtube.com/subscription_c... Watch my day to day in my vlog Rayne or Shine!    • ▲▲ VLOG | Rayne or Shine ▲▲   FACEBOOK |   / laraynemusic   TWITTER |   / mslarayne   INSTAGRAM |   / mslarayne   TUMBLR |   / mslarayne   Check out all of my videos here►    / laraynemusic   Sign up for my newsletter ► http://bit.ly/178TBpp Booking | http://www.laraynemusic.com/contact | laraynebooking@gmail.com -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Follow Kween Kash:   / kweendom   No One LYRICS: 'Member Mossy, 'member the sweet dreams 'Member the cocoa leaves, 'member Sega Gene-sis Now we live in love like Genovese, stash twenty G's ease Crib in Belize please, forever cheese Crib all fresh high-tech nigga, art deco In the villa room, sippin Demi Sec, ohh? Seperate the classiest from the nastiest bugs, on some ninety-six ill shit Niggaz used to rock Swatches and style 'member? Now they 'bezle on the Rolexes chips like December in Havana, the Cabana, Copa Now Fox is flippin more chips than Oprah Lizard skin sofa, ice flooded Don like Imelda Marcos, the Donness, I be the peron pure precon foot action Tone like the Brax-ton, Fox nigga get your smash on [sung chorus] No one's gonna love you, the way I do Nobody, I can love you better No one's gonna love you, the way I do Nobody, baby your best bet is me If I LYRICS: Uhh, c'mon yeah laughter Brooklyn, Brook-lyn, take it back, take it back If I... Fox Boogie, ragtop six drop Get caught, think not, light Brown Cause we're not to be stopped If I... I came up fast in this crap game they call a rap game What the damn she's killin it again from that dame Now every snake fake-faced O jig I'm like, just don't sell me the 'Bridge, I buy lakes Friends even bend rules, chicks I lent jewels Says, "She's actin funny now, oh she's got money now" Tryin to do my thing y'all, need you on my team But you ain't gon' stop my dream, or block my cream I liked things better when you called me Ings A year before Rap City, way before Screen Scene 'Fore they knew who Foxy was, you probably was The first to keep it real wit all my secrets concealed Things got ill the minute I got a deal And my time got shorter and you was havin a daughter Had to stop hopscotch, get off Iran Damn I wish we were still playin jump Chorus: repeat 2X If I could take this back I would If I could rewind the time to when it was all good I would, take it back to when we said good-bye If I... My so-called man thinkin he slick cause I stay on tour Thought he'd never get caught tryin to play on whores I cried as my keys was scrapin the car doors From the trunk, to the hood, by the wheel and the floor Exposed my vulnerable side, had me open wide Said you forever keep it real, but you lied Was the first to feel inside, the Ill Na Na Had me thirst when you whispered to me, "How it feel mama?" Yeah, but don't hurt it, I like the way you work it No Diggity, don't stop get busy Blew up your pager, checked your clothes Duked your house keys, stole your beeper code What happened to the Mo's and the occasional roses Massages and the bubble baths, rubbin my toes as I realize you was just misleadin me I shoulda known, you left your last chick to be with me Chorus Mommy dearest tried to prepare us for a lot ahead You never heard, preferred to smoke your lye instead On the one to one combo told me you'd die for bread That's why I spend these nights, cryin in the bed You had the deep dish six, your rep was widespread I tried to intervene you said it was over my head Said I'd never understand the plight of a black man Right, but I'm tryin to keep you in my life V.I.A. satellite, talkin them burn outs Soon you had me whylin and you turned me out Taught me bout how to win, the code of the streets Luxuries and wealth untold it was sweet And one night you asleep after work was chopped up Felt somethin strange in my veins, I popped up One foot in the house shoot flew to the horn Got the cell operator, I knew you was gone Chorus 1.5X