In 1999, Foxy Brown made history as the first female rapper to have a number 1 album with Chyna Doll selling over 173,000 copies in the first week.
In 2005, while in the midst of recording her studio album Black Roses, Brown faced another hardship when she was diagnosed with sensorineural hearing loss. The hearing impairment took 100% of Brown's hearing, but 20% was restored after an operation to repair it. After her fifth surgery Foxy regained 99.9% of her hearing.
Following a relatively quiet career period which coincided with an eight month jail sentence in 2008, Foxy continued to record the long in-progress Black Roses with a projected release date of late 2010. Ultimately, Black Roses was never released.
In 2018, after years of hiatus, Brown was a featured artist on Nicki Minaj's fourth studio album Queen on the track "Coco Chanel".
Get Me Home
Foxy Brown Lyrics
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I, I
Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet (I, I)
Ooh (Na Na, steady rise, peace, dada), baby
I gotta get you home with me tonight (gotta get you home, come on)
Hold up, let's take it from the top, I, Fox
Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks
See money lookin alright, yeah what up, pap'?
'Cross the room throwin' signals, I'm throwin' 'em back
Flirtin', 'cause I digs you like that
Peep baby boy style, hopin' we match
You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached
You said, "You look like the type that know what you like"
I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice
Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice
I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise
Meet me by the VIP let's pow wow
Whisper in my ear like, "Boo, let's bounce now"
I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you
When it's all said and done, I got plans for you (gotta get you home tonight)
He said
Ooh, baby, gotta get you home with me
Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh oh, uh oh)
Ooh, baby, oh
Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon
At the bar high-post, frontin', I toast
Gettin' my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin'
You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here
Jackpot, what he said, "It's bullshit in here"
And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace
Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit
Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uh
Twist my body like the Excorist, hey (come on)
The way he licked his lips, he was mackin
True thug passion, I'm like, "Slow down before you crashin"
Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you
Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu
Marry who? Daddy please
I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys
So let me see, boo, I'm bout to dead my mans for you
When it's all said and done, I got plans for you (oh, baby)
He said
Ooh, baby (I need you right here in my life)
I gotta get you home with me tonight
Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Ooh, baby (baby, I need you)
Gotta get you home with me tonight (right here)
Grabbed me by the hand and led the way
Outside of the club, talkin' to Valet
Mind started to stray, million miles away
Contemplatin' goin back to his crib to parlay
Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet
As he threw on Blackstreet, casually
And we cruised the metro on premium petrol
Eyes sized up my thighs and couldn't let go
Tata's perkin', you're makin' me high
Like Toni, work me, take me, I'm hot
I thought for a second and then my mind went
Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic? (Haha)
Back to reality, the soul to soul
Breathin' heavily but still in control
Lost the shy girl role, put my hand on his leg
With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said (tonight, baby)
Ooh, baby (c'mon, c'mon, Foxy, c'mon)
I gotta get you home with me tonight
Whatever you want me to do (uh oh, uh oh)
Ooh, baby (do it for you baby, ah, yeah)
Gotta get you home with me tonight (I need it in my life, oh-oh, yeah)
Ooh, baby (I, I gotta get you home tonight)
I gotta get you home with me tonight (I, I gotta get you home tonight)
Ooh, baby (I, I gotta get you home tonight)
I gotta get you home with me tonight (I, I gotta get you home tonight)
The lyrics to Foxy Brown's song "Get Me Home" are a seductive and playful invitation to a potential love interest to come home with her. In the first verse, Foxy describes the scene of her at a club, making eye contact and exchanging signals with a man she finds attractive. She hints at their chemistry and notes that he sent her a note with a bottle of Crown Royale, showing that he already knows what she likes. In the second verse, Foxy takes charge and gets more aggressive in her pursuit of him – she flirts with him at the bar, confesses her intentions to him, and leads him outside to his car. In the final verse, Foxy is comfortable and relaxed in the passenger seat of his car, listening to Blackstreet and enjoying his company, as they head back to his place for an intimate evening.
Overall, the lyrics to "Get Me Home" illustrate Foxy's confidence and assertiveness when it comes to pursuing what she wants, in this case, a romantic encounter with a man she is interested in. The lyrics are also filled with clever wordplay and references to popular culture, like the lines "Twist my body like the Excorist" and "Ta-ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High like Toni."
Line by Line Meaning
Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox
Foxy is stopping everything to explain and she starts with introducing herself
Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks
Foxy dresses well, wears jewels and shows off her expensive lifestyle
In the six drop boo and it don't stop
Foxy drives a fancy car and feels on top of the world
See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop
Foxy notices a wealthy man in the club and greets him
'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back
Foxy and the man exchange signals and flirt with each other
Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that
Foxy likes the man and continues to flirt with him
Peep baby boy style, hopin we match
Foxy checks out the man's style and hopes they will complement each other
You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached
The man sends Foxy a gift and a note to impress her
It said, "You look like the type that, know what you like"
The note compliments Foxy, saying that she knows what she wants
I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice
The man knows that Foxy likes expensive jewelry and can tell by the ones she is wearing
Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice
The man compliments Foxy's fashion sense
I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise
Foxy prefers the man to speak directly to her instead of sending notes
Meet me by the VIP let's pow wow
The man invites Foxy to VIP for a private conversation
Whisper in my ear like, "Boo let's bounce now"
The man suggests leaving the club with Foxy
I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you
Foxy is willing to leave with the man and would ditch her friends for him
When it's all said and done I got plans for you
Foxy has in mind a romantic plan with the man
Ooh baby gotta get you home with me
Foxy wants to take the man home with her
At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast
Foxy is at the bar, looking confident, and raising a glass of alcohol
Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin
Foxy is flirting with the man and feels comfortable doing it
You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here
The man is trying his best to get Foxy to leave the club with him
Jackpot, what he said, "It's bullshit in here"
The man finally succeeds in convincing Foxy to leave with him by calling the club 'bullshit'
And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace
Foxy is impressed by the man's confident smile and bling
Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit
Foxy's mind says 'no' but her body is ready to leave with the man
Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uh
Foxy's breasts are ready for intimate attention and she desires more kisses
Twist my body like the Excorist, hey
Foxy's body is ready for passionate twists and turns like in a scene from The Exorcist
The way he licked his lips he was mackin
The man shows signs of being a 'mack' or a smooth talker by licking his lips
True thug passion, I'm like, "Slow down before you crashin"
Foxy is impressed by the man's thug-like passion but advises him to take it slow
Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you
Foxy dismisses the idea that the man has other women on his mind
Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu
Foxy and the man have sex in a luxurious villa in Malibu
Marry who? Daddy please
Foxy brushes off the idea of marrying someone else
I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys
Foxy plans to take everything from the man, including money and car keys
So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you
Foxy is willing to ditch her friends again for the man
Tonight baby
The man and Foxy plan to spend the night together
Grabbed me by the hand and led the way
The man takes control and leads Foxy out of the club
Outside of the club talkin to Valet
The man and Foxy talk to the valet outside the club
Mind started to stray, million miles away
Foxy starts to daydream and becomes completely lost in thought
Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay
Foxy is thinking about going to the man's home to 'par-lay' or party
Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet
Foxy gets into the man's car and relaxes
As he threw on Blacksteet casually
The man puts on Blackstreet's music in the car
And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol
Foxy and the man cruise the city on high-quality gasoline
I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go
Foxy admires her own body and feels irresistible
Ta-ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High
Foxy's breasts are perky and the song 'You're Makin Me High' by Toni Braxton plays, which is about being turned on
Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot
Foxy feels hot and wants the man to satisfy her sexually like the song suggests
I thought for a second and then my mind went
Foxy momentarily hesitates but then decides to pursue her sexual desires with the man
Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?
Foxy finds it ironic that they have sex in the car
Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul
After the passionate moment, the song 'Back to Life' by Soul II Soul plays
Breathin heavily, but still in control
Foxy and the man are heavily breathing but maintain control
Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his leg
Foxy pretends to be shy but puts her hand on the man's leg, implying she wants more sex
With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said
The man looks at Foxy with desire and says something suggestive to her
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: James Horton, Jean Claude Olivier, Ronald Broomfield, Samuel J. Barnes, Shawn Carter
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@vfujxdyhfr4786
I’m jealous of anyone who was old enough to experience the 90s as a teenager those times seemed soo much funner
@jamienovember8424
It was the ish no doubt, I can only hope u experience something similar
@girlinterrupted9792
Not to brag but - IT WAS HELLA DOOOOOPE!!! 🎧😎❤
@tiffanywhite1203
It was 😍
@kominooma6383
Lol thank you! I had that privilege. Hahahaha! One of the reasons i find it difficult to appreciate some of the music being played today. That's why i keep coming back.
@17sunnyhour
You know!
@ty-one7367
It is a shame the industry does not acknowledge foxy, she was awesome.🔥🔥
@om3851
Exactly my point
@MrLLLisLivingBarb
shes coming back
@descartes_8696
She’s gettin her flowers. Nicki Minaj credits Broken Silence as her biggest inspiration.