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(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
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