Foxy Brown - Foxy's Bells Lyrics
Fox boogie brown is bad as hellBattle anybody I dont care if you tellI excel, they all fellSuited in chanel, fox brown will rock the bellsCmon, uhh, rock bells, illThe firm, cmon, ride along babyWhattup da da, yo!Me and my firm benos, rhyme to the deathThe mahogany mami, and shine like pledgeWouldnt suggest you try me, verses like guillaniWhat? I hurt it on purpose like bonnieFrom the bottom to the t-o, p we flowC.o.d., cash on deliveryFoxy ery-body watch me nowGot these rap cats mad cant stop me nowSee the slanted eyes rise when I knock thee downI got one question for yall, haha, papi how?We dont playa hate we regulate in this campYall do whatcha can, we do what yall cantAmazing like luther once the beats looped upRock the bi-dells and tore your whole group upIts ill like na na when it feel like dramaBoy, me and the click roll tight like ganjaSee me primadonna, breakin the nailsHere come the game of game, to get the cake and we bailKnow you tryin to get the picture but the frame is frailWe gettin richer, you wish you ran game this wellRock the bells, uhhSome players like it, and some of them dontCause I make a lot of cash and they girlfriends wontFox brawl swing in hell gonna rock the bellsAll you other mcs cant do this well, rock the bellsRock the bells, uhhFrom the, true borough, the b-k too thoroughDown in d.c., touch me tease me babyCmon, you know the tracks I get dumb onCant front on me, playa haters the sun onI regulate, dan-non, down to ra-monI swung on hits yall couldnt get run onBrown baby uhh, I been chromed outThis aint nuttin new parked benz on outAnd I flows like, ck oneSomethin in they hoes like, she fakes none, aightIm the quintessential, mistress of the instrumentalYall could wait to exhale, ima vent a littleSet it off like jada, robbin the bankI got this money thing covered, from the dollar to the francThe pounds to the pence, its like hustlin backwardsNuttin yall said made a ounce of senseMy moves be calculated, documentedNo matter what you sell, I got you in a minuteTake a lot at your charts, watch me climbTurn it upside down, six digits to nineInside out got reversable rhymesWe could go pop widdit or run the block widditNever before done til the firm did itIf it aint for the paper then nah we not with itGot to stay driven so we can stay drivinBoom to my whole crew, gotta pull a diamondSee me lookin hot in the crop tercelGettin richer, you wish you ran game this wellRock the bellsUhh, is it rawUhh, uh-huh, to the core, uhhIma give it to ya raw, give your more, uhhUh-huh, like that, yeah, cmon, rock the bellsRock the bellsRock the bellsRock the bells
