Fire(Explicit) - Mac Dre

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