[Andre Rison]
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Hey Rison, runnin' with Fox
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You shoulda seen they faces
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Straight packin' the KC from Green Bay
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Back to J' with the mami from BK
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Hot tubs and yacht clubs is how we play
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Even on the field it's allowed to fear
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Just call me Mike Tys' cuz I got your ear
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I'm hot, the shit, so it's real, feel the fire
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So yo, show me the money, type Gerry McGuire
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Me and Mrs. Brown the way it has to be
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Is there heaven for a balla'? Ask Master P
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It's a season for changes, reason for dangers
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Nintendo 64's and four point six ranges
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Triple beams away I cripple teams for pay
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Me say it's for the sign on the Cartier
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It's matching cars and super bowl rings
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Cuz real playa's do real things
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[Foxy]
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Real nigga's do real things
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Nana got her eyes on you
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See that's how I plays
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Kinda feeling baby boy since his Green Bay days
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Huh? Believe that, ain't no deceiving that
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Definitely tryin' to see that
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Can you put it down right? Lemme wide-receive that
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Uh-Huh? Lemme flash that mac, it's phat
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In fact, we can make it happen with my double platinum
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Stay stashin' in the twin five matchin'
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Please, stay they yappin'
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See me rock to nuthin' but the platinum rings, stylin' things
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Get up in your stacks and take a little (*edited*)
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Good taste (*edited*) make you shake
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They see me knock your skirts in, I'm 'bout it
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See them flames all around my name?
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Ill Nana? Definitely do her thing, feel the fire
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Keep me flyer than the average with no marriage
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Lay my thing down and control y'all little (*edited*)
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Stack it up, hear you having chicks tattered up playin'
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Switched on a (*edited*) from the Falcons to the Chiefs
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No way (*edited*) I holds it (*edited*)
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Old soul, no effect, break me off, snatch yo man
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Dead go plans, make ya (*edited*) feel (*edited)
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Rich stay flooded? Na, you the illest
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1 - [Both]
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Is you wit it wit it?
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Yeah, I'm wit it wit it
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But should I hit it hit it?
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Nah, can not get it get it
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Is you wit it wit it?
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Yeah, I'm wit it wit it
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But can I hit it hit it?
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Nah, can not get it get it
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Yo, is you wit it wit it?
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Yeah, I'm wit it wit it
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Then let me hit it hit it?
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Nah, can not get it get it
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Is you wit it wit it?
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Yeah, I'm wit it wit it
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So let me hit it hit it?
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Only if I get it get it
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[Andre]
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Dream team '99, the receiver
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Who'd a thought we'd make it hot like a fever
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All my dogs and cats the guard mine
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And I touch (*edited*) on the fifty yard line
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Balla's recognize y'all know that Dre flow
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Be like Bill Clinton with the Presidential role
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You won't catch me without a dime
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And so whatchu want, Cristal, Dom P, or Mo'
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You call the play, we could do it on the creep
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Don't let me find out that your girl's a freak
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She can come see me if the dough is right
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And front the eighty inch on a Monday night
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In the back of the Benz, Six Coupe, drop top
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All up in her (*edited*) cuz the Chiefs don't stop
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Y'all cats ain't know it's all 'bout the game
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Burn the house down cuz the mic's in flames
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Burn it down
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Make it hot
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Burn it down
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Make it hot
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Burn it down
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Make it hot
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Burn it down
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Make it hot
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Repeat 1 until fade
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Burning Down the House
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| Foxy Brown |
