Tables Will Turn

(album: Broken Silence - 2001)

[Intro: Foxy Brown (Baby Cham)]

Ugh, Ehh, Uh!
(What, WHAT!) (What's bumping, 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 bitches know I'm,
Why, so many bitches wanna take my flow I'm,
Too hot, Too dope, Flow like that pink Cris and Momosa
Who the fuck dope-ah? (Ehh!)
Niggas wanna run up in my spots and,
Every nigga 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 bopping (Let 'em know now)

[Baby Cham]
Tell 'em ah who bwoy we are dey friend
Love to sit in Charlie's in the Benz's or BM's
Our life, Ya living right
Get them benjamins, aight? Let them know I'm only in it for them (Holla at us now)
I let dem' know already and I'm telling dem' again
We on another level, Fox Brown ah set the trend (We on another level)
Head's bopping and, Collars popping and, Prada rocking to the end (Can ya feel me?)
Breaker, Breaker
Party under take-ah, Niggas wan' be dyyyy-ing, And I am no fake-ah
Send 'dem niggas cryyyy-ing back to Jamaica
Muddafuckas tryyyy-ing 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 moving like a snake-ah (You heard me?)

[Chorus]
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, Whyle the fuck 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 yall 'bout
Yall can't deny us, We dare yall to try us
The best to ever do it, So throw ya hands to it
And hit the dancefloor, What the fuck yall came for?
Hot shit, Ill Na Na, MadHouse, Lock this shit down
Nigga what, We don't get a fluck
Big pussy like Sopranos, Young Fox ride big cock my nigga
Ah pum-pum lick man dat, Ehh

[repeat hook then Baby Chams verse until fade]