Baby Cham

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Tables Will Turn

(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!

Hey, yeah

How many times I gotta let y'all 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 f**k dope-ah? 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 f**k with us, we keep niggas boppin'

Tell them ah ooman 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 defen'

I let dem' know already and I'm tellin' dem' again

We're on another level, Fox Brown ah set the trend

Head's boppin' and, collars poppin' and Prada rockin' to the end

Breaker, Breaker call the undertaker

Niggas will be dyin', I am no faker

Send them niggas cryin' back to their maker

Motherf**kers tryin' to be a shaker

Ya didn't know they shouldn't mess wit' people from Jamaica

Baby Cham and Foxy Brown, ah we take the cake

Drop a bomb on them now it's like a earthquake

See them fasis movin' like a snake

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

Throw ya hands up whyle the f**k out

Raw little peachy bust the screechy

Zip it up, uh, zip it up, uh, zip it up, uh, zip it up

Grab a couple stouts and, show 'em whatch'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 dance floor what the f**k y'all came for?

Hot shit, Ill Na Na, Mad House, lock this shit down

Nigga what, we don't give a f**k big pussy like Sopranos

Young Fox ride big cock my nigga, an pupalik pon that

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

Tell them ah ooman 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 defen'

I let dem' know already and I'm tellin' dem' again

We're on another level, Fox Brown ah set the trend

Head's boppin' and, collars poppin' and Prada rockin' to the end

Breaker, Breaker call the undertaker

Niggas will be dyin', I am no faker

Send them niggas cryin' back to their maker

Motherf**kers tryin' to be a shaker

Ya didn't know they shouldn't mess wit' people from Jamaica

Baby Cham and Foxy Brown, ah we take the cake

Drop a bomb on them, now it's like a earthquake

See them fasis movin' like a snake