Foxy Brown

Foxy Brown - Burning Down the House lyrics

(feat. Andre Rison)

[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 it's allowed to fear

Just call me Mike Tys' cuz I got your ear

I'm hot, the shit, so it's 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

It's a season for changes, reason for dangers

Nintendo 64's and four point six ranges

Triple beams away I cripple teams for pay

Me say it's for the sign on the Cartier

It's matching cars and super bowl rings

Cuz real playa's do real things

[Foxy]

Real nigga's do real things

Nana got her eyes on you

See that's how I plays

Kinda feeling baby boy since his Green Bay days

Huh? Believe that, ain't no deceiving that

Definitely tryin' to see that

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

Uh-Huh? Lemme flash that mac, it's 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, I'm '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 y'all 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, I'm 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, I'm 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, I'm 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, I'm wit it wit it

So let me hit it hit it?

Only if I get it get it

[Andre]

Dream team '99, the receiver

Who'd a thought we'd make it hot like a fever

All my dogs and cats the guard mine

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

Balla's recognize y'all know that Dre flow

Be like Bill Clinton with the Presidential role

You won't 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

Don't let me find out that your girl's 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 don't stop

Y'all cats ain't know it's all 'bout the game

Burn the house down cuz the mic's 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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