Текст песни Foxy Brown - Burning Down The House
Foxy Brown - Burning Down The House слова песни
[andre rison]Hey rison, runnin with foxYou shoulda seen they facesStraight packin the kc from green bayBack to j with the mami from bkHot tubs and yacht clubs is how we playEven on the field its allowed to fearJust call me mike tys cuz I got your earIm hot, the shit, so its real, feel the fireSo yo, show me the money, type gerry mcguireMe and mrs. brown the way it has to beIs there heaven for a balla? ask master pIts a season for changes, reason for dangersNintendo 64s and four point six rangesTriple beams away I cripple teams for payMe say its for the sign on the cartierIts matching cars and super bowl ringsCuz real playas do real things[foxy]Real niggas do real thingsNana got her eyes on youSee thats how I playsKinda feeling baby boy since his green bay daysHuh? believe that, aint no deceiving thatDefinitely tryin to see thatCan you put it down right? lemme wide-receive thatUh-huh? lemme flash that mac, its phatIn fact, we can make it happen with my double platinumStay stashin in the twin five matchinPlease, stay they yappinSee me rock to nuthin but the platinum rings, stylin thingsGet up in your stacks and take a little (*edited*)Good taste (*edited*) make you shakeThey see me knock your skirts in, Im bout itSee them flames all around my name? Ill nana? definitely do her thing, feel the fireKeep me flyer than the average with no marriageLay my thing down and control yall little (*edited*)Stack it up, hear you having chicks tattered up playinSwitched on a (*edited*) from the falcons to the chiefsNo way (*edited*) I holds it (*edited*)Old soul, no effect, break me off, snatch yo manDead go plans, make ya (*edited*) feel (*edited)Rich stay flooded? na, you the illest1 - [both]Is you wit it wit it? Yeah, Im wit it wit itBut should I hit it hit it? Nah, can not get it get itIs you wit it wit it? Yeah, Im wit it wit itBut can I hit it hit it? Nah, can not get it get itYo, is you wit it wit it? Yeah, Im wit it wit itThen let me hit it hit it? Nah, can not get it get itIs you wit it wit it? Yeah, Im wit it wit itSo let me hit it hit it? Only if I get it get it[andre]Dream team 99, the receiverWhod a thought wed make it hot like a feverAll my dogs and cats the guard mineAnd I touch (*edited*) on the fifty yard lineBallas recognize yall know that dre flowBe like bill clinton with the presidential roleYou wont catch me without a dimeAnd so whatchu want, cristal, dom p, or moYou call the play, we could do it on the creepDont let me find out that your girls a freakShe can come see me if the dough is rightAnd front the eighty inch on a monday nightIn the back of the benz, six coupe, drop topAll up in her (*edited*) cuz the chiefs dont stopYall cats aint know its all bout the gameBurn the house down cuz the mics in flamesBurn it downMake it hotBurn it downMake it hotBurn it downMake it hotBurn it downMake it hotRepeat 1 until fade