Foxy Brown (Verse One):
So he played you right? Shot a little game and he blazed you right? Talkin` `bout he was
gon` make you wife, then make you right. And the last thing you seen, was the car-break
lights. He fooled you girl. Na na is power, let me school you girl. Don`t get up off it till he
move you girl. And let no plain dude rule your world, and screw you girl. I got `em hatin` me.
When I throw it down, keep `em chasin` me. Basically. And when they game a lot, bet I game
back, and make the cat think that I came a lot. And I changed the plot, when we was a
Jacob`s, that chain was HOT! Is you on or what? Know you cop the broach, and double R,
and you got the notes, so I know you not broke.
Total & Foxy Brown (chorus):
I ain`t rockin` with you. I can`t rock with (you want some bull..) you no more.
How can I love you? Can`t even trust you. I ain`t rockin` with you.
I can`t rock with (you want some bull..) you no more.
How can I love you? Can`t even trust you..
Foxy Brown (Verse Two):
I got `em mad at Fox. `Fore I let any cat stab the box, I got to have some rocks, even then,
all I do is get they [.....] hot. Then I ask `em, When`s the last time you had some [....]?
Put him right in his place, slow him right down, shake it right in his face, you like the waist?
By the way, baby boy, would you like a taste? Let me tell you what I need on those license
plates. Property of Mahogany Brown, standin` knock-kneed, on the balcony while you`re
knockin` me down. Y`all wanna break me off without cakin` me off, then expect this chick to
be faithfully yours? The next dude coppin` me bags straight from DR, Prada shoes that`s the
bomb, straight out of Milan. And I`m about that money, no need to pretend. Why don`t you
holler at me when you ready to spend?
Chorus
Foxy Brown (Verse Three):
I got as much game as y`all, and bet I spit mines. Same as y`all. Same jewels, same cars.
Ain`t like a chick ain`t ballin` herself, can you give me more then I`m holdin` myself?
I ain`t tryin` to trick on no [....], I ain`t tryin` to have no cat layed up in my whip. Have the next
chick layed up in my six, gigglin, dizzy as [....]. I`m what a dude would love to have.
A chick with her own nice [....], nice [...], nice attitude, even though I might spaz. Even still
quite fast, you like the light half. `Cause you know that I come out, ready to dumb out,
in house shoes, slippers, put it down for him. And I ain`t gon` front, I`m about my ends so,
holler at me when you ready to spend.
Chorus
Bridge (Total):
I can`t.. rock you.. no moooooooooooooore. I can`t.. rock you.. no moooooooooooooore.
I can`t.. rock you.. no moooooooooooooore. I can`t.. rock you.. no moooooooooooooore.
Chorus until Fade
