Fire

Lyrics

[Intro: Mac Dre & Harm] Where am I? (Uh) I smell fire Who got that fire? Fire? I don't smoke that brown Fire (I want the bomb) Don't like that shit, I don't like that shit Fire (I need fire, who got fire? Hook me up) Fire (Yeah, yo, nucca, it's your nucca) Fire (Roll somethin' up, smoke it) Fire (Roll somethin' up) Fire (Let's get to blowin') [Verse 1: Mac Dre] I'm at the liquor sto' gettin' mo' blunts for the skunk Hit the block in the Chev', I got thump in the trunk Feelin' good off the 'Woods in the hood and I'm thizzin Kinda 'noid, they always tryin' to take your boy back to prison They hate to see a player employ his self They hate to see a player enjoy his self But I'm sidin', wanna ride? Then player, let's go I'm twenty-nine with many rhymes and love XO I'm a hog, bust a broad with the words I serve Every tape that I make, baby, learn the words Young Mac Dre got the gift to gab Hate a breezy who give heezy like she lickin' some Zags I'm on the celly tele', tryna get some roper from Nelly Need it very smelly, finna go choke at the telly It's on, finna blow a zone to the dome Tone Capone got the bong and them bomb weed songs [Chorus: Big Lurch & Harm] Fire Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player Fire Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me Fire Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player Fire Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me [Verse 2: Big Lurch] Every day in the life of a G (West side) We be triflin' and we ain't lightin' the seed, niggas ain't likin' me Them pimped out gangsterism tactics Cleanin' all of my gun like a blacksmith Demented, belligerent actor, see the chiropractor But I crack ya neck, back, spleen Blow you to smithereens for the things I done seen In my everyday smokin' out ritual, regular routine Walkin' down the street with a gangsta limp in denim jeans Seein' some squaws and smile (Bling-bling), I just wanna lean Why don't I chug-a-lug this forty Then jump in a 5.0, leavin' the block smoky With the OG Mac Dre? Killa Cali, parlay-parlay Smokin' a bounce of that Bombay every day [Pre-Chorus: Big Lurch] Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player [Chorus: Big Lurch & Harm] Fire Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player Fire Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me Fire Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player Fire Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me [Verse 3: Mac Dre] I need narcotic, that gooey and stanky When I ain't got it, I'm moody and cranky What the dealy? What's really? Bust down that Phillie We can old school with a Zag or blow bags in the 'Villey Is you silly? Never throw the doobie away Waste no dank when you're blowin' with Dre Tryna cope with the stress, so I blow big How can a bulletproof vest protect my wig? See, them cutthroat fools done changed the rules The public got it twisted and we blame the news I got game for fools 'cause I hang with fools That got game to use and maintain the rules Keep it real, dog, and represent what's right Be a real hog when you bless the mic Smoke big, live long and get your Pringles Young Lurch and Mac Dre makin' hit rap singles [Chorus: Big Lurch & Harm] Fire Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player Fire Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me Fire Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player Fire Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me [Outro: Big Lurch, Mac Dre & Harm] Fire Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player (You know) Fire (Rapper Gone Bad) Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me (Smokin' them big bags) Uh Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player (Keep it bouncin') Told you, 2000 Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me Yeah Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me Mac Dre, boy Lucky Lurch Luciano and Mac Dre, that fire, yeah, uh Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player (Player, player) In that broke 'Ville, yeah My nigga Snipes off in the buildin', got that feelin', uh That new millennium shit Tone Capone, pass the bong, it's on, my nigga Yeah They can't fuck with this Can't fuck with this They can't fuck with this I'm back, boy Clear the lane, I'm goin' to the hole All in your booty hole, true theezy