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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Foxy Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jean Claude Olivier
Songwriter
Samuel Barnes
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes
Producer
Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer
John Shriver
Recording Engineer
Poke & Tone
Producer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
C'mon, uh, rock bells, ill
The Firm, c'mon, ride along, baby
What up Da Da? Yo!
[Verse 3]
Me and my Firm benos, rhyme 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 er'ybody's watchin' 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, 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
Ain't come to gain 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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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, Dan-non, down to Ra-mon
I swung on hits y'all couldn't get run on
Brown baby uh, I been chromed out
This ain't nuttin' new, part 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 a 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 reversable rhymes
We could go pop widdit or run the block widdit
Never before done till 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
[Verse 6]
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
Written by: J.C. Olivier, JAY-Z, Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes