Fire(Explicit)

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 s**t

I don't like that s**t

I need fire

Who got fire

Yo nucca It's yo nucca

Roll somethin up

Smoke it

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 29with 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

Fire

Puttin the smoke in the air

Fire

Blowin big type of player player

Fire

Cheech and

Chong on a spree

Fire

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 d**e beat

Then jump in a five point oldie leavin the block smokey

With the O

G Mac Dre

Killa Kali parlay

Parlay

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