Foxy Brown

Foxy Brown - Foxys Blues lyrics

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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, Pee-Wee flow
 C.O.D., Cash On Delivery
 Foxy everybody 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
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