Burning Down The House — текст песни (Foxy Brown)





[andre rison]

Hey rison, runnin with fox

You shoulda seen they faces

Straight packin the kc from green bay

Back to j with the mami from bk

Hot tubs and yacht clubs is how we play

Even on the field its allowed to fear

Just call me mike tys cuz I got your ear

Im hot, the shit, so its real, feel the fire

So yo, show me the money, type gerry mcguire

Me and mrs. brown the way it has to be

Is there heaven for a balla? ask master p

Its a season for changes, reason for dangers

Nintendo 64s and four point six ranges

Triple beams away I cripple teams for pay

Me say its for the sign on the cartier

Its matching cars and super bowl rings

Cuz real playas do real things



[foxy]

Real niggas do real things

Nana got her eyes on you

See thats how I plays

Kinda feeling baby boy since his green bay days

Huh? believe that, aint no deceiving that

Definitely tryin to see that

Can you put it down right? lemme wide-receive that

Uh-huh? lemme flash that mac, its phat

In fact, we can make it happen with my double platinum

Stay stashin in the twin five matchin

Please, stay they yappin

See me rock to nuthin but the platinum rings, stylin things

Get up in your stacks and take a little (*edited*)

Good taste (*edited*) make you shake

They see me knock your skirts in, Im bout it

See them flames all around my name?

Ill nana? definitely do her thing, feel the fire

Keep me flyer than the average with no marriage

Lay my thing down and control yall little (*edited*)

Stack it up, hear you having chicks tattered up playin

Switched on a (*edited*) from the falcons to the chiefs

No way (*edited*) I holds it (*edited*)

Old soul, no effect, break me off, snatch yo man

Dead go plans, make ya (*edited*) feel (*edited)

Rich stay flooded? na, you the illest



1 - [both]

Is you wit it wit it?

Yeah, Im wit it wit it

But should I hit it hit it?

Nah, can not get it get it



Is you wit it wit it?

Yeah, Im wit it wit it

But can I hit it hit it?

Nah, can not get it get it



Yo, is you wit it wit it?

Yeah, Im wit it wit it

Then let me hit it hit it?

Nah, can not get it get it



Is you wit it wit it?

Yeah, Im wit it wit it

So let me hit it hit it?

Only if I get it get it



[andre]

Dream team 99, the receiver

Whod a thought wed make it hot like a fever

All my dogs and cats the guard mine

And I touch (*edited*) on the fifty yard line

Ballas recognize yall know that dre flow

Be like bill clinton with the presidential role

You wont catch me without a dime

And so whatchu want, cristal, dom p, or mo

You call the play, we could do it on the creep

Dont let me find out that your girls a freak

She can come see me if the dough is right

And front the eighty inch on a monday night

In the back of the benz, six coupe, drop top

All up in her (*edited*) cuz the chiefs dont stop

Yall cats aint know its all bout the game

Burn the house down cuz the mics in flames



Burn it down

Make it hot

Burn it down

Make it hot

Burn it down

Make it hot

Burn it down

Make it hot



Repeat 1 until fade



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