Fabolous - Fire (Remix) Lyrics
(feat. Joe Budden, Paul Cain)[intro - Joe Budden - Talking]Let Me Just Make This StatementLoud And Clear - Jersey's HereHey, Ja, JoeyTriangle Offense Do It Like ... (whoa)["what" - Repeated In Background][female Voice: "yeah" - Repeated][verse 1 - Fabolous]Maybe It's The Dipped JesusesThe Twin Jesuses With Diamonds In Them, That's Clear They Break GoosesMaybe Cause I'm In They Roofless Or The Hypno I Put In They JuicesI'm The "joe Millionaire" Of Rap And One Of These ChicksIs Gonna Get Picked And Gonna Get DickedI'm All That And Then Some, Y'all Cats Have Been BumsThat's Pocket Change, You Call That An Income?Tell The Way I Walk That I'm Doin My Thing (uh Huh)A Lot A Niggaz Talk But Ain't Doin A Thing (uh Uh)Whatever Come In The Fall, I Do In The SpringSee I Told Y'all I'm Doin My ThingAnd I'm Winnin By A Landslide, Damn RightDon't You See The Way They Point At This Man's RideNow, Look At Here, I Took It ThereI'ma Make This Statement Loud And Clear - Brooklyn's Here[chorus - Joe Budden (female Voice - Repeats "yeah" In Background Of Chorus)]That Fire, Problems In The Club, Reach For That SnubLook Dog It's On Fire, That's When You Turn It UpYou Wanna Burn It Up, Come Deal With Them RidersSmall One On My Hip, When You Hear The ClipYou Got To See Fire, When It All Hits The WireWe Gonna Light It On Fire[break - Joe Budden]We Gonna Do It LikeWe Gonna Do It Like(we Gonna Light It On Fire)Triangle Offense DaddyCain (we Gonna Light It On Fire)I Know You Got Somethin More["yeah" - Repeated]Don't Even Hold BackWoo, We Gonna Do It LikeYeah Get 'emUh, Uh, Uh[verse 2 - Paul Cain]Here With The White And The Canary Cross (yeah)Bracelets To Match, Diamonds Clear Of FlossConvertible Hard Top In A Carrera Porsche (cain)I'm Young But I'm Damn Near A BossAnd Of Course Your Boy Ride With A Thing In The Stash BoxQuick To Hit The Button, Even Quicker To Blast ShotsNobody Gonna Eat, 'less We See ChipsThis Not Even Funny, Not The Way We Freak ChicksMy Waiters Make Ladies See SickI'm "so So Def" Like A J.d. RemixI Got Enough Whips To Keep Switchin Up FlavorsDrafted Outta High School, Straight Into The MajorsThese Haters, Fake Smiles, But They Hardly Like MeThey Hate To See Me In A Party IcyClean White T, Sippin On Bacardi LightlySuade Low Cut Force, One Caramel Nightly[chorus (female Voice - "yeah" Repeated Through Chorus And Into Break)][break - Joe Budden]We Gonna Light It On FireYeah, Whoa[verse 3 - Joe Budden]I Got A Ear For Your Amp It Up With Jersey's AnswerThe Chancellor Standin Up For Ten Minutes ManIt's Tough Plan, Plan That's What The Camma DoesAnd Jam's Son It's The New King, Done With The CamerasYou Pop Lip Like You Got ShitThat's A Minor Congestion You Not SickNow You Wanna Call Names Like Tupac DidHome Boy Here's A Few Glock ClipsStill Junior Like Lou GossettJoey Right Back OnOvercharge New York To Cut The Lights Back OnPeform Bloomberg To Come Get Me AllI Send The Gools That Make The Bad Things Happen In City HallAll, K's Spray Cats, We Don't Play ThatShe Allowed To Sway Why Don't Use Say That (yeah)Can't Stop, Won't Stop, Shots Heard, One Shot, Gun ShotMake Your Lungs Stop, Breathe Easy[chorus][break - Joe Budden - W/ Ad Libs]We Gonna Light It On FireWe Gonna Light It On Fire[female Voice - "yeah" - Repeated]We Gonna Light It On FireWe Gonna Light It On Fire"woop, Woop, Woop, Woo" & "yeah" - [repeated Until End]
