Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Foxy's Bells , by - Foxy Brown. Release date: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Foxy's Bells |
| Fox Boogie Brown is bad as hell |
| Battle anybody I don’t care if you tell |
| I excel, they all fell |
| Suited in Chanel, Fox Brown will rock the bells |
| C’mon, uhh, rock bells, ill |
| The Firm, c’mon, ride along baby |
| Whattup Da Da, yo! |
| Me and my Firm benos, rhyme to the death |
| The mahogany Mami, and shine like Pledge |
| Wouldn’t suggest you try me, verses like Guillani |
| 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 ery-body watch me now |
| Got these rap cats mad can’t stop me now |
| See the slanted eyes rise when I knock thee down |
| I got one question for y’all, haha, Papi how? |
| We don’t playa hate we regulate in this camp |
| Y’all do whatcha 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 click roll tight like ganja |
| See me Primadonna, breakin the nails |
| Here come the game of game, to get the cake and we bail |
| Know you tryin to get the picture but the frame is frail |
| We gettin richer, you wish you ran game this well |
| Rock the bells, uhh |
| Some players like it, and some of them don’t |
| Cause I make a lot of cash and they girlfriends won’t |
| Fox brawl swing in Hell gonna rock the bells |
| All you other MC’s can’t do this well, rock the bells |
| Rock the bells, uhh |
| 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 the Sun on I regulate, Dan-non, down to Ra-mon |
| I swung on hits y’all couldn’t get run on Brown baby uhh, I been chromed out |
| This ain’t nuttin new parked Benz on 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 |
| Nuttin y’all said made a ounce of sense |
| My moves be calculated, documented |
| No matter what you sell, I got you in a minute |
| Take a lot at your charts, watch me climb |
| Turn it upside down, six digits to nine |
| Inside out got reversable rhymes |
| We could go pop widdit or run the block widdit |
| 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 |
| Boom to my whole crew, gotta pull a diamond |
| See me lookin hot in the crop Tercel |
| Gettin richer, you wish you ran game this well |
| Rock the bells |
| Uhh, is it raw |
| Uhh, uh-huh, to the core, uhh |
| I’ma give it to ya raw, give your more, uhh |
| Uh-huh, like that, yeah, c’mon, rock the bells |
| Rock the bells |
| Rock the bells |
| Rock the bells |