Foxy's Bells

[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