(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 shit
I don`t like that shit
I need fire, who got fire?
Yo nucca
It`s yo nucca
Roll somethin up
(Smoke it)
Roll somethin up
[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
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 29 with 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
Tone Capone got the bong and them bomb weed songs
[CHORUS: (Harm) & Big Lurch]
(Fire)
Puttin the smoke in the air
(Fire)
Blowin big type of player player
(Fire)
Cheech and Chong on a spree
(Fire)
Blowin it big, come smoke with me
[Verse 2: Big Lurch]
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 dope beat
Then jump in a five-point oldie leavin the block smokey
With the OG Mac Dre, Killa Kali parlay, parlay
Smokin a bounce of that bombay everyday
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
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
