Foxy’s Bells

Lyrics

[Chorus] Fox Boogie Brown is bad as hell Battle anybody, I don't care if you tell I excel, they all fail Suited in Chanel, Fox Brown will rock the bells (C'mon) Uh, rock bells (Uh), ill Firm (Firm), c'mon, ride along baby What up, dada? Yo [Verse 1] Me and my Firmbinos ridin' to the death The mahogany mami and shine like Pledge Wouldn't suggest you try me, verses like Gianni What? I hurt it on purpose like Bonnie From the bottom to the T-O-P we flow C.O.D., cash on delivery Foxy, everybody's watch me now Got these rap cats mad, can't stop me now See the slanted eyes rise, wanna knock me down I got one question for y'all (Ha), "Papi, how?" We don't player-hate, we regulate in this camp Y'all do what you can, we do what y'all can't Amazing like Luther once the beat's looped up Rock the bi-dells and tore your whole group up It's ill like Na Na when it feel like drama Boy, me and the clique roll tight like ganja See me prima donna, breakin' the nails Ain't come to gain no fame, we get the cake and we bail Know you tryna get the picture, but the frame is frail We gettin' richer, you wish you ran game this well Rock the bells (Uh) [Verse 2] Some players like it and some of them don't 'Cause I make a lot of cash and they girlfriends won't Fox Boog's bringin' hell, gonna rock the bells All you other MC's can't do this well, rock the bells [Refrain] Rock the bells (Uh) [Verse 3] From the true borough, the B-K, too thorough Down in D.C., touch me, tease me, baby C'mon, you know the tracks I get dumb on Can't front on me, playa haters we stunt on I regulate, done on, down to I'm on I swung on hits y'all couldn't get run on Brown, baby, uh, I been chromed out This ain't nothin' new, pa, been zoned out And I flows like CK One Somethin' in they hoes like she fakes none, aight I'm the quintessential mistress of the instrumental Y'all could wait to exhale, I'ma vent a little Set it off like Jada robbin' the bank I got this money thing covered from the dollar to the franc The pounds to the pence, it's like hustlin' backwards Nothin' y'all said made an ounce of sense My moves be calculated, documented No matter what you sell, I got you in a minute Take a look at your charts, watch me climb Turn it upside down, six digits to nine Inside out, got reversible rhymes We could go pop with it or run the block with it Never before done 'til The Firm did it If it ain't for the paper, then, nah, we not with it Got to stay driven so we can stay drivin' Vroom to my whole crew, gotta pull a diamond See me lookin' hot in the crop SL Gettin' richer, you wish you ran game this well Rock the bells [Outro] Uh, is it raw? (Uh) Uh-huh, to the core, uh I'ma give it to ya raw, give your more, uh Uh-huh, like that, yeah, c'mon, rock the bells Rock the bells Rock the bells Rock the bells