“It’s not that I’m too good, I’m just ’hood”, Foxy intones, and I for one have more sense than to argue with the girl. This is the biz indeed, as Foxy gets down and dirty on a track that samples the late Bob Marley and makes him sound like he was born and bred in a ghetto in America. The Parental Advisory sticker is a wholly inadequate clue to the lyrical content, as Foxy is possessed of the most unladylike vocabulary to grace a single in quite some time.