Fire ((Explicit))-Mac Dre/Big Lurch

(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 O G 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