Текст песни Mac Dre f Big Lurch - Fire
Mac Dre f Big Lurch - Fire слова песни
(Where am I?I smell fire)Who got that fireFire?I don`t smoke that brownI want the bombDon`t like that shitI don`t like that shitI need fire, who got fire?Yo nuccaIt`s yo nuccaRoll somethin up(Smoke it)Roll somethin up[Verse 1: Mac Dre]I`m at the liquor sto` gettin mo` blunts for the skunkHit the block in the Chev`, I got thump in the trunkFeelin good off the woods in the hood and I`m fizzinKinda `noid, they always tryin to take your boy back to prisonThey hate to see a player employ his selfThey hate to see a player enjoy his selfBut I`m sidin, wanna ride? Then player, let`s goI`m 29 with many rhymes and love XOI`m a hog, bust the raw with the words I serveEvery tape that I make, baby, learn the wordsYoung Mac Dre got the gift to gabHate a breezy who give heezy like she lickin some zagsI`m on the celly telly tryin to get some roper from NellyNeed a ( ? ) smelly, finna go choke at the tellyIt`s on, finna blow a zone to the domeTone 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 geeWe be triflin and we enlighten the seedBig girls ain`t fightin meThem pimped out gangsterism tacticsDependin on my gun like a blacksmith( ? ) belligerent actor, see the chiropractorBut I crack ya neck back, spleenBlow you to smithereens for the things I done seenIn my everyday smokin-out ritual, regular routineWalkin down the street with a gangsta limp in denim jeansSeein some squaws and smile (bling-bling)I just wanna leanWhy don`t I juggle up this dope beatThen jump in a five-point oldie leavin the block smokeyWith the OG Mac Dre, Killa Kali parlay, parlaySmokin a bounce of that bombay everyday[Chorus][Verse 3: Mac Dre]I need narcotic, that gooey and stinkyWhen I ain`t got it - I`m moody and crankyWhat the dealy, what`s really, bust down that PhillieWe can old school with a zag or blow bags in the billyIs you sillly, never throw the dubee awayWaste no dank when you`re blowin with DreTryin to cope with the stress so I blow bigHow can a bullet-proof vest protect my wig?See, them cutthroat fools done changed the rulesThe public got it twisted and we blame the newsI got game for fools cause I hang with foolsThat got game to use and maintain the rulesKeep it real, dog, and represent what`s rightBe a real hog when you bless the micSmoke big, live long and get yo pringlesYoung Lurch and Mac Dre makin hit rap singles