Songtext Burning down the house (feat. andre rison) Foxy Brown

Burning down the house (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 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