Fire

<br>[Mac Dre Talking]<br>Where am I?<br>I smell fire.<br>Who got that fire? Fire.<br>I dont smoke that brown. Al Capone.<br>I dont like that shit.<br>I dont like that shit.<br>I need fire, who got fire?<br>Real pimp.<br>Yo nigga.<br>Its yo nigga.<br>Roll something up.<br>Smokin.<br>Roll something up.<br>Lets get to flowin.<br>(Go herd).<br><br>[Verse 1: Mac Dre]<br><br>Im at the licker store gettin more blunts for the skunk.<br>Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.<br>Feeling good off the wood in the hood and Im fizz em.<br>Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.<br>They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.<br>They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.<br>When Im (side ?) want a ride, then playa lets go.<br>Im 29 with many rimes and love at soul.<br>Im a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.<br>Every tape I make baby learns the words.<br>Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.<br>Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.<br>Im on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.<br>Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.<br>Its on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.<br>Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.<br><br><br>[Chorus]<br>Fire.<br>Puffin the smoke in the air. Blowin it big like a playa playa.<br>Fire.<br>Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin it big, come smoke with me.<br>Fire.<br>Puffin the smoke in the air. Blowin it big like a playa playa.<br>Fire.<br>Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin it big, come smoke with me.<br><br> [Verse 2: Young leech]<br>Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,<br>Are likely to see niggaz aint likein me.<br>Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,<br>Spinnin all over my gun like a blacksmith.<br>Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.<br>But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.<br>Blow em to smithereens like the things I done seen.<br>In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.<br>Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.<br>Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).<br>I just want to lean.<br>Why I dont chugalug this 40.<br>Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.<br>With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.<br>Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.<br><br>Puffin the smoke in the air. Blowin it big like a playa playa.<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3: Mac Dre]<br><br>I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.<br>When I aint got it, Im moody and cranky.<br>What the dilly, whats really, whats down that filly?<br>We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?<br>Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.<br>Lace no dank when youre blowin with Dre.<br>Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.<br>How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?<br>See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.<br>The public got it twisted and we blame the news.<br>Got game for fools,<br>Cause I hang with fools,<br>That got game to use,<br>And maintain the roles.<br>Keep it real dog, but represent whats rite.<br>Be a real hog when you bless the mic.<br>Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.<br>Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.<br><br> [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]<br><br>Killea.<br>Rapper gone bad.<br>Smoking them big gads.<br>Uh.<br>Keep it bouncing.<br>I told em, cant hold em. 2000.<br>Feel it bitch. Yeah.<br>Mac Dre boy.<br>[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didnt know and Mac Dre.<br>Playa playa!<br>And that broke you. Yeah.<br>My nigga Snipes off in the building.<br>Out that fillin.<br>That new millennium shit.<br>Tone Capone pass the bong its on my nigga. Yeah.<br>They cant fuck with this.<br>They cant fuck with this.<br>They cant fuck with this. Uh.<br>Im back boy. <br>Clear the lane Im going to the hole.<br>All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.