Burning Down The House Lyrics - 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 it's allowed to fear 

Just call me mike tys' 'cause 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 

'cause 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*) 'cause the chiefs don't stop 

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

Burn the house down 'cause 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