| (Where am I? I smell fire) | |
| Who got that fire | |
| Fire? I don't smoke that brown | |
| I want the bomb | |
| Don't like that shit | |
| I don't like that shit | |
| I need fire, who got fire? | |
| Yo nucca It's yo nucca | |
| Roll somethin up (Smoke it) | |
| Roll somethin up [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 fizzin | |
| 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 29 with many rhymes and love | |
| XO I'm a hog, bust the raw 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 telly tryin to get some roper from | |
| Nelly Need a (?) 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: (Harm) & Big Lurch] (Fire) | |
| Puttin the smoke in the air (Fire) | |
| Blowin big type of player player (Fire) | |
| Cheech and | |
| Chong on a spree (Fire) | |
| Blowin it big, come smoke with me [Verse 2: Big Lurch] | |
| Everyday in the life of a gee | |
| We be triflin and we enlighten the seed | |
| Big girls ain't fightin me | |
| Them pimped out gangsterism tactics | |
| Dependin on my gun like a blacksmith (?) 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 juggle up this dope beat | |
| Then jump in a five-point oldie leavin the block smokey | |
| With the O | |
| G Mac Dre, | |
| Killa Kali parlay, parlay | |
| Smokin a bounce of that bombay everyday [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mac Dre] | |
| I need narcotic, that gooey and stinky | |
| 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 billy | |
| Is you sillly, never throw the dubee away | |
| Waste no dank when you're blowin with | |
| Dre Tryin to cope with the stress so | |
| I blow big | |
| How can a bullet-proof 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 yo pringles | |
| Young Lurch and | |
| Mac Dre makin hit rap singles |
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