Mac Dre Talking]
Where am I?
I smell fire.
Who got that fire? Fire.
I donÔÇÖt smoke that brown. Al Capone.
I donÔÇÖt like that shit.
I donÔÇÖt like that shit.
I need fire who got fire?
Real pimp.
Yo nigga.
ItÔÇÖs yo nigga.
Roll something up.
SmokinÔÇÖ.
Roll something up.
Lets get to flowinÔÇÖ.
(Go herd).
[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
IÔÇÖm at the licker store gettinÔÇÖ 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 IÔÇÖm fizz ÔÇÿem.
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 IÔÇÖm (side ?) want a ride, then playa lets go.
IÔÇÖm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.
IÔÇÖm 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.
IÔÇÖm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.
Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.
ItÔÇÖs on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.
Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.
[Chorus]
Fire.
PuffinÔÇÖ the smoke in the air. BlowinÔÇÖ it big like a playa playa.
Fire.
Cheech and Chong on a spree. BlowinÔÇÖ it big, come smoke with me.
Fire.
PuffinÔÇÖ the smoke in the air. BlowinÔÇÖ it big like a playa playa.
Fire.
Cheech and Chong on a spree. BlowinÔÇÖ it big, come smoke with me.
[Verse 2: Young leech]
Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are likely to see niggaz aint likeinÔÇÖ me.
Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,
SpinninÔÇÖ all over my gun like a blacksmith.
Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.
But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.
Blow ÔÇÿem 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 donÔÇÖt 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.
PuffinÔÇÖ the smoke in the air. BlowinÔÇÖ it big like a playa playa.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.
When I aint got it, IÔÇÖm moody and cranky.
What the dilly, whatÔÇÖs really, whatÔÇÖs 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 youÔÇÖre blowinÔÇÖ 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,
ÔÇÿCause I hang with fools,
That got game to use,
And maintain the roles.
Keep it real dog, but represent whatÔÇÖs 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.
[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]
Killea.
Rapper gone bad.
Smoking them big gads.
Uh.
Keep it bouncing.
I told ÔÇÿem, canÔÇÖt hold ÔÇÿem. 2000.
Feel it bitch. Yeah.
Mac Dre boy.
[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didnÔÇÖt know and Mac Dre.
Playa playa!
And that broke you. Yeah.
My nigga Snipes off in the building.
Out that fillinÔÇÖ.
That new millennium shit.
Tone Capone pass the bong itÔÇÖs on my nigga. Yeah.
They canÔÇÖt fuck with this.
They canÔÇÖt fuck with this.
They canÔÇÖt fuck with this. Uh.
IÔÇÖm back boy.
Clear the lane IÔÇÖm going to the hole.
All in your bootie hoe. Groupie
