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(Where am I? |
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I smell fire) |
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Who got that fire |
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Fire? |
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I don't smoke that brown |
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I want the bomb |
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Don't like that shit |
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I don't like that shit |
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I need fire, who got fire? |
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Yo nucca |
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It's yo nucca |
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Roll somethin up |
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(Smoke it) |
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Roll somethin up |
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[Verse 1: Mac Dre] |
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I'm at the liquor sto' gettin mo' blunts for the skunk |
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Hit the block in the Chev', I got thump in the trunk |
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Feelin good off the woods in the hood and I'm fizzin |
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Kinda 'noid, they always tryin to take your boy back to prison |
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They hate to see a player employ his self |
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They hate to see a player enjoy his self |
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But I'm sidin, wanna ride? Then player, let's go |
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I'm 29 with many rhymes and love XO |
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I'm a hog, bust the raw with the words I serve |
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Every tape that I make, baby, learn the words |
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Young Mac Dre got the gift to gab |
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Hate a breezy who give heezy like she lickin some zags |
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I'm on the celly telly tryin to get some roper from Nelly |
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Need a ( ? ) smelly, finna go choke at the telly |
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It's on, finna blow a zone to the dome |
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Tone Capone got the bong and them bomb weed songs |
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[CHORUS: (Harm) & Big Lurch] |
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(Fire) |
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Puttin the smoke in the air |
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(Fire) |
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Blowin big type of player player |
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(Fire) |
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Cheech and Chong on a spree |
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(Fire) |
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Blowin it big, come smoke with me |
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[Verse 2: Big Lurch] |
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Everyday in the life of a gee |
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We be triflin and we enlighten the seed |
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Big girls ain't fightin me |
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Them pimped out gangsterism tactics |
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Dependin on my gun like a blacksmith |
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( ? ) belligerent actor, see the chiropractor |
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But I crack ya neck back, spleen |
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Blow you to smithereens for the things I done seen |
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In my everyday smokin-out ritual, regular routine |
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Walkin down the street with a gangsta limp in denim jeans |
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Seein some squaws and smile (bling-bling) |
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I just wanna lean |
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Why don't I juggle up this dope beat |
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Then jump in a five-point oldie leavin the block smokey |
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With the OG Mac Dre, Killa Kali parlay, parlay |
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Smokin a bounce of that bombay everyday |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3: Mac Dre] |
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I need narcotic, that gooey and stinky |
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When I ain't got it - I'm moody and cranky |
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What the dealy, what's really, bust down that Phillie |
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We can old school with a zag or blow bags in the billy |
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Is you sillly, never throw the dubee away |
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Waste no dank when you're blowin with Dre |
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Tryin to cope with the stress so I blow big |
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How can a bullet-proof vest protect my wig? |
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See, them cutthroat fools done changed the rules |
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The public got it twisted and we blame the news |
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I got game for fools cause I hang with fools |
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That got game to use and maintain the rules |
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Keep it real, dog, and represent what's right |
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Be a real hog when you bless the mic |
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Smoke big, live long and get yo pringles |
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Young Lurch and Mac Dre makin hit rap singles |
