Burn It Down

[Intro]

[Hook: Lenox]
We just roll it up, then we burn it down (down)
Pull that bitch in (quiet), smoking on that loud
Burn it burn it down, burn it burn it down (smoke)
Burn it burn it down, burn it burn it down (smoke)

[Verse 1: Bizz]
Aye, be quiet
'Cause when we come to town, man
Man it's sure to be a riot
And they talking that shit, and I'm smoking on piff
And they wonder why I'm silent
'Cause I'm rolling up a plane right now
So where the pilot?
Homeboy been louder than a siren
And I ain't talking shit, I'm talking clips
So nigga who firing?
The only thing I'm firing this joint and you niggas ain't sticking around, so what's the point?
Proves that you nada
You piña niñas are sweeter than colada
And I'm riding with Keisha, smoking on Keisha
Sativa, got me higher
Only smoking reefer, 'cause I'm a cheifer
Word to mama, please
With heaven's grace allow me to lace these lyrical douches to clean out you pussies
You fuckers is pushing me hard, got me sinning and swearing to God
Oh lord (oh lord), let me light that

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lenox]
Burning half an oz in the a.m. 'fore I go see
The J.O.B., M-O-T-T-O b, M-O-E b, moving for the green
So much smoke need oxygen
On a dead prez mission count benjamins
Bitch you would too, if you knew
What this mary jane could do for you
I'm twisting up the sticky, stay in the pocket
And my wordplay flip, how these heifers gonna stop it?
Yeah I'm smoking on the finest
They calling me your highness
But I'm eating them for breakfast
Wake and bake like I designed it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Ramp]

Burn it down with Lenoxlicious, that's something that I got to do
My smoke game is in the hall of fame, and that's presidential, Obama
Got a presidential, Obama room with a zip cord straight to the Moon
And I can take it there, if you want to go there
If you really want to go, we can go there soon
Heavy metal, doctor doom
I don't player hate, look no smoke
That's real talk, that's no joke
Still smoke reggie from off that boat
High as a castle with a mote
With the gators around, and I'm at the top
I do this for the whole F. Dot
And my whole block, until the world pop
Moving in slow motion, bionic chronic!
In that ass, colonic
My highs be hydroponic
The grams will make her dance, so I do away a 7th
And pulled out two twelves, to get that engine revving!

[Hook]