Big bad mama de Foxy Brown

La canción "Big bad mama" interpretada por Foxy Brown se presenta como un himno de empoderamiento y autoafirmación, donde la artista se muestra segura de sí misma y desafiante frente a los obstáculos y críticas de los demás. A lo largo de la letra, vemos cómo Foxy Brown responde a los ataques constantes de aquellos que quieren frenar su éxito, ya sea cuestionando sus habilidades o juzgando su estilo de vida.

En la primera estrofa, se destaca la fuerza y determinación de Foxy al enfrentarse a los enemigos que intentan detener su progreso. Utiliza metáforas audaces para describir su confianza y seducción, desafiando a quienes dudan de ella. Además, hace alarde de su poderío femenino, rechazando las expectativas tradicionales de comportamiento.

En el coro interpretado por Dru Hill, se refuerza esa imagen de Foxy como una mujer fuerte e imponente ("she's a bad mamma jamma"), destacando su personalidad única y su capacidad para destacarse en un mundo dominado por hombres.

En la segunda estrofa, vemos cómo Foxy responde a las críticas sobre su apariencia y estatus social. Reivindica su lugar en el escenario musical como una figura relevante e inquebrantable. A través de referencias a marcas lujosas y actitudes desafiantes, construye una narrativa de poder y superioridad ante aquellos que intentan menospreciarla.

En la última estrofa, Foxy Brown hace hincapié en su legado y contribución al hip-hop. Afirma su lugar como pionera en el género, recordando sus éxitos pasados y anticipando logros futuros. Su mensaje es claro: no permitirá que nadie ponga en duda sus habilidades o méritos.

La canción "Big bad mama" es un testimonio del talento y la determinación de Foxy Brown para mantenerse firme frente a las adversidades. Con letras agresivas y una actitud desafiante, la artista establece su posición en la industria musical con orgullo y valentía.

Este tema fue parte del álbum "Dj mast presents do you remember?", lanzado en 2011. Se destaca dentro del género hip-hop y rap de los años 90s por su ritmo contundente y letras impactantes que reflejan la personalidad única de Foxy Brown.

En resumen, "Big bad mama" es una canción que celebra el poder femenino, la autoconfianza y la resistencia ante las criticas externas. Foxy Brown demuestra con cada verso su talento indiscutible e inquebrantable determinación en un mundo que intenta silenciarla.

Ahh, Trackmasters
My boo

Dru Hill, Foxy

Right

Ill na na na, Na Na

Na Na, uhh, that's the shit

Verse One:

Playa haters ery minute wanna stop my dough (uh-huh)
And every other minute wanna rock my flow (you know)
And every third minute, y'all wanna swerve in it
Come quick like a virgin in aowwww!
So far, came through this year with no bra
Sheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, this head hurt
Got em strung, let em know I'm like a Icee
for the best effect you got to use your tongue
Find my G-Spot get me hot I'm ill
Foxy, chocolate baby, Got Milk?
Shake that ass like you just don't care
Cause y'all just rookies of the year, what?
Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggaz
Fly niggaz, known to handle a pie nigga
Chick in the, off-white pearl six
on the cellular, gettin them open like Girl 6
It's on

Dru Hill (with variations)
She's a bad mamma jamma
Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as can be)
Heyyy, she's a bad mamma jamma
Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as she can be)

Verse Two:

Player haters ery minute wanna see your clothes (uh-huh)
Then every other minute wanna know what you drove (uhhh)
Then every third minute, wanna know if the fur's rented
That's why I got no time for hoes
It's the Brown Fox, surround blocks, sound nice
See me dressed, D-B-S, Brown rocks
See me just, play the low pro
Got these rap chicks in a chokehold, biotch!
Basically, you're wastin your time hatin me
I'm like one point five, got to make it three
My name will forever ring
Got em screamin "Damn Fox!" on erything, hell yeah
for the paper rip a hot draft
Only for the right dough shorty got that? Still in here
I'll be down when you're goin broke, Ill Na Na
Master Tracks like Tone and Poke, and it's on

Verse Three:

Playa haters ery minute wanna shit on wax (uh-huh)
Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh)
Then every third minute wanna rock you Venice and Bourbon
Nah I ain't got time for that's why
I fakes no jacks, I got chips to gain
I'm like Bo Jack baby, I'm hip to the game
I know it well, rock Prada over Chanel
A H-Class hoe with the H. Findel
Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga
Like Aaliyah, One in a Million
There's MC's in this rap shit comin in illin
like I did, laid the groundwork for five hits
Member when I told y'all first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
Love yourself, put no one above thee
Cause ain't nobody gon' fuck me like me, it's on

2X

Dru Hill, Foxy

Right

Ill na na na, Na Na

Na Na, uhh, that's the shit

Verse One:

Playa haters ery minute wanna stop my dough (uh-huh)
And every other minute wanna rock my flow (you know)
And every third minute, y'all wanna swerve in it
Come quick like a virgin in aowwww!
So far, came through this year with no bra
Sheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, this head hurt
Got em strung, let em know I'm like a Icee
for the best effect you got to use your tongue
Find my G-Spot get me hot I'm ill
Foxy, chocolate baby, Got Milk?
Shake that ass like you just don't care
Cause y'all just rookies of the year, what?
Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggaz
Fly niggaz, known to handle a pie nigga
Chick in the, off-white pearl six
on the cellular, gettin them open like Girl 6
It's on

Dru Hill (with variations)
She's a bad mamma jamma
Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as can be)
Heyyy, she's a bad mamma jamma
Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as she can be)

Verse Two:

Player haters ery minute wanna see your clothes (uh-huh)
Then every other minute wanna know what you drove (uhhh)
Then every third minute, wanna know if the fur's rented
That's why I got no time for hoes
It's the Brown Fox, surround blocks, sound nice
See me dressed, D-B-S, Brown rocks
See me just, play the low pro
Got these rap chicks in a chokehold, biotch!
Basically, you're wastin your time hatin me
I'm like one point five, got to make it three
My name will forever ring
Got em screamin "Damn Fox!" on erything, hell yeah
for the paper rip a hot draft
Only for the right dough shorty got that? Still in here
I'll be down when you're goin broke, Ill Na Na
Master Tracks like Tone and Poke, and it's on

Verse Three:

Playa haters ery minute wanna shit on wax (uh-huh)
Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh)
Then every third minute wanna rock you Venice and Bourbon
Nah I ain't got time for that's why
I fakes no jacks, I got chips to gain
I'm like Bo Jack baby, I'm hip to the game
I know it well, rock Prada over Chanel
A H-Class hoe with the H. Findel
Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga
Like Aaliyah, One in a Million
There's MC's in this rap shit comin in illin
like I did, laid the groundwork for five hits
Member when I told y'all first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
Love yourself, put no one above thee
Cause ain't nobody gon' fuck me like me, it's on

2X

Na Na, uhh, that's the shit

Verse One:

Playa haters ery minute wanna stop my dough (uh-huh)
And every other minute wanna rock my flow (you know)
And every third minute, y'all wanna swerve in it
Come quick like a virgin in aowwww!
So far, came through this year with no bra
Sheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, this head hurt
Got em strung, let em know I'm like a Icee
for the best effect you got to use your tongue
Find my G-Spot get me hot I'm ill
Foxy, chocolate baby, Got Milk?
Shake that ass like you just don't care
Cause y'all just rookies of the year, what?
Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggaz
Fly niggaz, known to handle a pie nigga
Chick in the, off-white pearl six
on the cellular, gettin them open like Girl 6
It's on

Dru Hill (with variations)
She's a bad mamma jamma
Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as can be)
Heyyy, she's a bad mamma jamma
Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as she can be)

Verse Two:

Player haters ery minute wanna see your clothes (uh-huh)
Then every other minute wanna know what you drove (uhhh)
Then every third minute, wanna know if the fur's rented
That's why I got no time for hoes
It's the Brown Fox, surround blocks, sound nice
See me dressed, D-B-S, Brown rocks
See me just, play the low pro
Got these rap chicks in a chokehold, biotch!
Basically, you're wastin your time hatin me
I'm like one point five, got to make it three
My name will forever ring
Got em screamin "Damn Fox!" on erything, hell yeah
for the paper rip a hot draft
Only for the right dough shorty got that? Still in here
I'll be down when you're goin broke, Ill Na Na
Master Tracks like Tone and Poke, and it's on

Verse Three:

Playa haters ery minute wanna shit on wax (uh-huh)
Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh)
Then every third minute wanna rock you Venice and Bourbon
Nah I ain't got time for that's why
I fakes no jacks, I got chips to gain
I'm like Bo Jack baby, I'm hip to the game
I know it well, rock Prada over Chanel
A H-Class hoe with the H. Findel
Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga
Like Aaliyah, One in a Million
There's MC's in this rap shit comin in illin
like I did, laid the groundwork for five hits
Member when I told y'all first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
Love yourself, put no one above thee
Cause ain't nobody gon' fuck me like me, it's on

2X