Fire (Rapper Gone Bad) - Mac Dre, Harm, Big Lurch

(Where am I?

I smell fire)

Who got that fire

Fire?

I don’t smoke that brown

(Fire)

I want the bomb

Don’t like that shit

I don’t like that shit

(Fire)

I need fire, who got fire?

(Fire)

Yo nucca

It’s yo nucca

(Fire)

Roll somethin up

(Smoke it)

(Fire)

Roll somethin up

(Fire)

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 thizzin

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 29 with many rhymes and love XO

I’m a hog, bust a broad 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 derry smelly, finna go choke at the telly

It’s on, finna blow a zone to the dome

Tone Capone got the bong and them bomb weed songs

(Fire)

Puttin the smoke in the air

(Fire)

Blowin big type of player player

(Fire)

Cheech and Chong on a spree

Blowin it big, come smoke with me

Everyday in the life of a G

We be triflin' and we enlighten the seed

Niggas ain’t likin' me

Them pimped out gangsterism tactics

Been all on my gun like a blacksmith

The midget, 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 dope beat

Then jump in a five-point-O leavin' the block smoky

With the OG Mac Dre, Killa Kali parlay, parlay

Smokin' a bounce of that bombay every day

(Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player-player)

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 silly, never throw the doobie away

Waste no dank when you’re blowin' with Dre

Tryin' to cope with the stress so I blow big

How can a bulletproof 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