Fire

(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
 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 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
 (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
 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
 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