Mac Dre - Fire Lyrics

Where am I'
I smell fire
Who got that fire' Fire
I don't smoke that brown Al Capone
I don't like that shit
I don't like that shit
I need fire, who got fire'
Real pimp
Yo nigga
It's yo nigga
Roll something up
Smokin'
Roll something up
Lets get to flowin'
(Go herd)

I'm at the liquor store gettin' more blunts for the skunk
Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk
Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em
Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison
They hate to see a playa, employ yourself
They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself
When I'm (side ') want a ride, then playa lets go
I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul
I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve
Every tape I make baby learns the words
Young Mac Dre, got to give to get
Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags
I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly
Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli
It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome
Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song

Fire
Puffin' the smoke in the air Blowin' it big like a playa playa
Fire
Cheech and Chong on a spree Blowin' it big, come smoke with me
Fire
Puffin' the smoke in the air Blowin' it big like a playa playa
Fire
Cheech and Chong on a spree Blowin' it big, come smoke with me

Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are likely to see niggaz ain't likin' me
Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,
Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith
Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor
But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene
Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen
In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing
Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans
Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling)
I just want to lean
Why I don't chugalug this 40
Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie
With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay
Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day

Puffin' the smoke in the air Blowin' it big like a playa playa

I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky
When I ain't got it, I'm moody and cranky
What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly'
We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly'
Is you silly' Never throw the dubbe away
Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre
Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big
How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig'
See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles
The public got it twisted and we blame the news
Got game for fools,
'Cause I hang with fools,
That got game to use,
And maintain the roles
Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite
Be a real hog when you bless the mic
Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles
Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles

Killea
Rapper gone bad
Smoking them big gads
Uh
Keep it bouncing
I told 'em, can't hold 'em 2000
Feel it bitch Yeah
Mac Dre boy
(Young Learch) Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre
Playa playa!
And that broke you Yeah
My nigga Snipes off in the building
Out that fillin'
That new millennium shit
Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga Yeah
They can't fuck with this
They can't fuck with this
They can't fuck with this Uh
I'm back boy
Clear the lane I'm going to the hole
All in your bootie hoe Groupie