Intro Chicken Coop Lyrics by Foxy Brown

Intro Chicken Coop Lyrics

    [rich nice]
    The following previews have been approved for all audiences
    By the committee for audiovisual sound

    *sounds of traffic*
    On the mean streets of new york, everyone has a crew
    Now the music industry has one of their very own

    *music starts*
    Violator entertainment present
    The most thrilling trio since three the hard way
    Yogi, chaddeo, and the mighty hah
    The cru

    [the cru]
    Uhh, uhh
    Can you feel it?
    Uhh

    Now once upon a time let's see if i remember
    Back in january (nah chill it was december)

    [rich nice]
    Also coming...
    In the summer of '96 we saw nas escobar captivate an entire industry
    Little did we know when he stepped through the door
    The firm he represented would be right behind him

    The kid got his own firm, tch, de canta mari con cormega
    Mamaow

    From the most lethal conglomerate on wax
    Foxy brown, az, nas escobar, and now introducing
    Cormega the executive

    [cormega]
    This how it went down
    Add to undergrowth therapy, now surgery
    A nigga wetted me but, he didn't murder me dunn
    I survived, he thought that i died
    Now it's time to throw the nine clip in, mission revenge
    Once was friends, but that shit's dead
    That stupid motherfucker shoulda shot me in the head
    *boom*

    [rich nice]
    And now for our feature presentation
    Trackmaster entertainment in conjunction with violator entertainment
    Bring to you... foxy brown
    The album

    "what the hell do you think i'm runnin here, a chicken coop?"

    [barry white imitator]
    Foxy, the word's on the streets from new york to cali
    You're the one
    But you gotta be careful
    There's a lot of haters in the game

    "this bitch rose thirty-seven thousand five hundred dollars
    Workin part time"

    Ya know somethin foxy?
    You're headed for the top... top...
    Straight ahead
    And when you get there, you gotta stir it allll up
    You see you're gonna make so much money
    When you walk down the street
    They're gonna think your pockets got the mumps
    Can you dig it... dig it... dig it...

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