Who Got the Fire Lyrics
| Song | Who Got the Fire |
| Artist | Fiend |
| Album | There's One in Every Family |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yo, fiend, you and snoop dogg, i'm comin at 'cha, what're ya smokin on? | |
| [chorus：] | |
| [all] (fiend) | |
| [who got that fire?] | |
| [won't you pass me the green so i get higher?] | |
| (i wanna know) | |
| [who got that fire?] | |
| [won't you pass me the green so i get higher?] | |
| (i wanna know) | |
| [who got that fire?] | |
| [won't you pass me the green so i get higher?] | |
| (no limit wanna know) | |
| [i said smoke it] | |
| [who got that fire?] | |
| [why don't ya pass me the green so i get higher?] | |
| [fiend] | |
| Nah, i know, who's that solider, rollin longs nigga | |
| Thicker than monifah, it's i, capital f-i | |
| The keeper of the reaper | |
| Smokin cheba with my colonel p, snoop and mystikal | |
| Pull over, i'm takin pullas | |
| Fucked up, can't ya tell? | |
| Take a smell, let me whiff that | |
| Since god goes, you gone | |
| Tatoos, that can only been choked, seven zones | |
| I'm grown, and well known to be surviving in hell | |
| Hangin round long enough to get through the clouds | |
| It's something by (?) | |
| Got a story to tell | |
| Which is, the life of the baddest | |
| Born from ashes, the smoke of dead, of an addict | |
| Got to have it, cause baby boy, it's a habit | |
| Puff it and fuck some pussy, and see which one i grab quick | |
| I'm that sick, i need weed to proceed | |
| Like a band-aid for a cut, hopin to stop the bleedin | |
| No, not the seeds, i done paid for the pickin | |
| Only the green stickin, for the record | |
| [chorus:] | |
| [all] (fiend) | |
| [i'm a smoker] | |
| [who got that fire?] | |
| [won't you pass me the green so i get higher?] | |
| (fiend wanna know) | |
| [who got that fire?] | |
| [why don't ya pass me the green so i get higher?] | |
| (snoop wanna know) | |
| [who got that fire?] | |
| [won't you pass me the green so i get higher?] | |
| (fiend wanna know) | |
| [i said, who got that fire?] | |
| [why don't ya pass me the green so i get higher?] | |
| [snoop dogg] | |
| Ever since my first puff, it seems i couldn't get enough | |
| But i just couldn't quit i had to have another hit | |
| I'm smokin green with a fiend by the age of eighteen | |
| I chop a pound to the ground, went cavi on the triple beam | |
| Once upon a time, before i used to bust rhymes | |
| I had to scratch to get a nickel, in order to get a dime | |
| But times done change, now i'm havin mines | |
| And i'm protected by the tank, no limit, and plenty nines | |
| I grinds to the fullest, so when i'm finished i gots to pull it | |
| I'm lookin for that green shit, boy you bite the bullet | |
| For tryin to sell me bullshit | |
| You know i'm lookin for the bombest weed in your town | |
| Now, i'm a smoker | |
| Now you know what that mean? | |
| Check this out fiend, everytime a nigga go outta town | |
| Somebody always approach me talkin bout "i got the chronic, | |
| We got the chronic." muthafucka, chronic ain't brown with | |
| Seeds and stems in the bag nigga. who got it? |
| Yo, fiend, you and snoop dogg, i' m comin at ' cha, what' re ya smokin on? | |
| chorus: | |
| all fiend | |
| who got that fire? | |
| won' t you pass me the green so i get higher? | |
| i wanna know | |
| who got that fire? | |
| won' t you pass me the green so i get higher? | |
| i wanna know | |
| who got that fire? | |
| won' t you pass me the green so i get higher? | |
| no limit wanna know | |
| i said smoke it | |
| who got that fire? | |
| why don' t ya pass me the green so i get higher? | |
| fiend | |
| Nah, i know, who' s that solider, rollin longs nigga | |
| Thicker than monifah, it' s i, capital fi | |
| The keeper of the reaper | |
| Smokin cheba with my colonel p, snoop and mystikal | |
| Pull over, i' m takin pullas | |
| Fucked up, can' t ya tell? | |
| Take a smell, let me whiff that | |
| Since god goes, you gone | |
| Tatoos, that can only been choked, seven zones | |
| I' m grown, and well known to be surviving in hell | |
| Hangin round long enough to get through the clouds | |
| It' s something by ? | |
| Got a story to tell | |
| Which is, the life of the baddest | |
| Born from ashes, the smoke of dead, of an addict | |
| Got to have it, cause baby boy, it' s a habit | |
| Puff it and fuck some pussy, and see which one i grab quick | |
| I' m that sick, i need weed to proceed | |
| Like a bandaid for a cut, hopin to stop the bleedin | |
| No, not the seeds, i done paid for the pickin | |
| Only the green stickin, for the record | |
| chorus: | |
| all fiend | |
| i' m a smoker | |
| who got that fire? | |
| won' t you pass me the green so i get higher? | |
| fiend wanna know | |
| who got that fire? | |
| why don' t ya pass me the green so i get higher? | |
| snoop wanna know | |
| who got that fire? | |
| won' t you pass me the green so i get higher? | |
| fiend wanna know | |
| i said, who got that fire? | |
| why don' t ya pass me the green so i get higher? | |
| snoop dogg | |
| Ever since my first puff, it seems i couldn' t get enough | |
| But i just couldn' t quit i had to have another hit | |
| I' m smokin green with a fiend by the age of eighteen | |
| I chop a pound to the ground, went cavi on the triple beam | |
| Once upon a time, before i used to bust rhymes | |
| I had to scratch to get a nickel, in order to get a dime | |
| But times done change, now i' m havin mines | |
| And i' m protected by the tank, no limit, and plenty nines | |
| I grinds to the fullest, so when i' m finished i gots to pull it | |
| I' m lookin for that green shit, boy you bite the bullet | |
| For tryin to sell me bullshit | |
| You know i' m lookin for the bombest weed in your town | |
| Now, i' m a smoker | |
| Now you know what that mean? | |
| Check this out fiend, everytime a nigga go outta town | |
| Somebody always approach me talkin bout " i got the chronic, | |
| We got the chronic." muthafucka, chronic ain' t brown with | |
| Seeds and stems in the bag nigga. who got it? |
| Yo, fiend, you and snoop dogg, i' m comin at ' cha, what' re ya smokin on? | |
| chorus: | |
| all fiend | |
| who got that fire? | |
| won' t you pass me the green so i get higher? | |
| i wanna know | |
| who got that fire? | |
| won' t you pass me the green so i get higher? | |
| i wanna know | |
| who got that fire? | |
| won' t you pass me the green so i get higher? | |
| no limit wanna know | |
| i said smoke it | |
| who got that fire? | |
| why don' t ya pass me the green so i get higher? | |
| fiend | |
| Nah, i know, who' s that solider, rollin longs nigga | |
| Thicker than monifah, it' s i, capital fi | |
| The keeper of the reaper | |
| Smokin cheba with my colonel p, snoop and mystikal | |
| Pull over, i' m takin pullas | |
| Fucked up, can' t ya tell? | |
| Take a smell, let me whiff that | |
| Since god goes, you gone | |
| Tatoos, that can only been choked, seven zones | |
| I' m grown, and well known to be surviving in hell | |
| Hangin round long enough to get through the clouds | |
| It' s something by ? | |
| Got a story to tell | |
| Which is, the life of the baddest | |
| Born from ashes, the smoke of dead, of an addict | |
| Got to have it, cause baby boy, it' s a habit | |
| Puff it and fuck some pussy, and see which one i grab quick | |
| I' m that sick, i need weed to proceed | |
| Like a bandaid for a cut, hopin to stop the bleedin | |
| No, not the seeds, i done paid for the pickin | |
| Only the green stickin, for the record | |
| chorus: | |
| all fiend | |
| i' m a smoker | |
| who got that fire? | |
| won' t you pass me the green so i get higher? | |
| fiend wanna know | |
| who got that fire? | |
| why don' t ya pass me the green so i get higher? | |
| snoop wanna know | |
| who got that fire? | |
| won' t you pass me the green so i get higher? | |
| fiend wanna know | |
| i said, who got that fire? | |
| why don' t ya pass me the green so i get higher? | |
| snoop dogg | |
| Ever since my first puff, it seems i couldn' t get enough | |
| But i just couldn' t quit i had to have another hit | |
| I' m smokin green with a fiend by the age of eighteen | |
| I chop a pound to the ground, went cavi on the triple beam | |
| Once upon a time, before i used to bust rhymes | |
| I had to scratch to get a nickel, in order to get a dime | |
| But times done change, now i' m havin mines | |
| And i' m protected by the tank, no limit, and plenty nines | |
| I grinds to the fullest, so when i' m finished i gots to pull it | |
| I' m lookin for that green shit, boy you bite the bullet | |
| For tryin to sell me bullshit | |
| You know i' m lookin for the bombest weed in your town | |
| Now, i' m a smoker | |
| Now you know what that mean? | |
| Check this out fiend, everytime a nigga go outta town | |
| Somebody always approach me talkin bout " i got the chronic, | |
| We got the chronic." muthafucka, chronic ain' t brown with | |
| Seeds and stems in the bag nigga. who got it? |
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