foxy brown
burning down the house
[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.