Tables Will Turn Songtext
von Foxy Brown

Wagwan!
What′s poppin'
Baby Cham, fox brown
Fox brown, baby Cham
Ugh, Kingston, Brooklyn, what! Dave Kelly, can′t stop this, we did it again
What? What? Uh!
Hy-yah!

How many times i gotta let y'all bitches know I'm
Why, so many b- wanna take my flow I′m
Too hot, too dope, flow like that pink cris and Mimosa
Who the f- dope-ah? (Ehh!)
Niggas wanna run up in my spots and
Every n- wanna pull off on my frock and
Me and cham do that yard-hip hop and
Y′all can't fuck with us, we keep niggas boppin′


Tell 'em ah who man we are dey friend
Love to sit in charlie′s in the Benz's or BM′s
Our life, ya livin' right
Get them Benjamins, a'ight? Let them know I′m only at for them (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

Party under take-ah, n- wan′ be dyin', and I am no fake-ah
Send 'dem niggas cryin′ back to Jamaica
Muddaf- tryin′ to be a shake-ah
Ya didn't know they shouldn′t mess wit' people from Jamaica
Baby cham and foxy brown, now we take the cake-ah
Drop a bomb on them, now it′s like a earthquake-ah
See, that fox is movin' like a snake-ah (you heard me?)

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 (c′mon!)


Throw ya hands up, whyle the f- out
Raw little peachy, bust the screechy (eh!)
Sippi tah, uh, sippi tah, uh, sippi tah, uh, sippi tah, hy-yah!
Grab a cup ah stouse and, show 'em watch 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 shit, I′ll na na, madhouse, lock this sh- down
N- what, we don't get a f-
Big p- like sopranos, young fox ride big c- my n
Ah pum-pum lick man dat, ehh

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

Tell ′em ah who man we are dey friend
Love to sit in charlie's in the Benz's or BM′s
Our life, ya livin′ right
Get them Benjamins, aight? Let them know I'm only at for them (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

Party under take-ah, n- wan′ be dyin′, and I am no fake-ah
Send 'dem niggas cryin′ back to Jamaica
Muddaf- tryin' to be a shake-ah
Ya didn′t know they shouldn't mess wit′ people from Jamaica
Baby cham and foxy brown, now we take the cake-ah
Drop a bomb on them, now it's like a earthquake-ah
See, that fox is movin' like a snake-ah (you heard me?)