| Fire
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| Fire
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| Fire
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| Fi fi fi fire
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| Anotha page
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| Anotha flow
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| Anotha night
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| Anotha show
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| Anotha day
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| Anotha dolla
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| Anotha chance we gonna (BLOW)
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| Potluck is on the low
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| Makin' fans every show
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| White girls wanna vo
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| When my niggas sayin' (HO)
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| Cause that is how we do it, yes I’m fat and he is Jewish
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| Only speak about the truest
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| When you listen to our music
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| And we the biggest smokers
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| Rollin' some of the dankest quarters
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| Rappin' about the life of stoners
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| And Humbo County, California
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| Neva gon' be stoppin' this
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| When I go to tha club and I rock tha bitch
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| Everybody wanna take anotha hit and get lit
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| Humbo County bud is tha shit
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| I’m a rap this zero voodoo
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| Makin' all these girlies, hoohoo
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| And I might go crazy, coocoo
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| From smokin' the weed like snoop do
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| But I’m neva gon' stop put the finga to the cop
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| Get the bong, get the light, get the pot
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| Then we toke 'til we can’t talk, then we toke 'til we can’t walk (Oh golly)
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| It’s that life that we live
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| I smoke this weed since a kid
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| And I need my fire can’t retire, blame my entire environment
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| We rollin' that (Fire)
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| We hittin' that (Fire)
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| We spittin' that (Fire)
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| My click is on (Fire)
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| We rollin' that (Fire)
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| We hittin' that (Fire)
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| We spittin' that (Fire)
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| Potluck is on (Fire)
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| You know how we do (I ain’t a mad rappa)
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| This is how we do (MC with a temper)
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| You know how we do (I ain’t a mad rappa)
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| This is how we do (MC with a temper)
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| Listen up and let my lyrics hit cha right off ya head
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| I climbs up out a bed think of ways of makin' bread
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| Believe in what I said
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| Don’t bet against the spread
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| Won a car
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| Cause every mic I touch is dead
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| Doin' it since hot N*Sync
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| Playdoes and legos
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| Murderin
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| And spit fire like volcanoes
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| Lyrics droppin' bombs like I kicks it with sadam
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| All we do is makin' song
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| Always smokin' outta bongs
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| Pass anotha dutch
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| Laugh when it gets tough
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| Life is like a blunt that’s why I smoke it til it’s dust
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| Lyrical precision, 20/20 vision
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| Spit shitty like a pigeon
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| All you gotta do is listen
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| We rollin' that (Fire)
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| We hittin' that (Fire)
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| We spittin' that (Fire)
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| My click is on (Fire)
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| We rollin' that (Fire)
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| We hittin' that (Fire)
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| We spittin' that (Fire)
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| Potluck is on (Fire)
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| Yo
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| Everybody wanna be smokin' the pot
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| We don’t choke and cough, we kick flows that make hoes hot
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| Muthafuckas wanna talk but it won’t stop
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| And we bumpin' the beat down yo block
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| Potluck in the trunk and we knock
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| We the best in the west like Rick Rock
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| Like Ludacris I’m comin' for that Number One Spot
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| Muthafuckas can’t hang with' me it’s easy I’m who you came to see
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| Cum like Sean Connery
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| Dick long like I’m Tommy Lee
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| Rap all day betta hit a reply
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| Beyonce like a host I lay
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| no hatin' Underrated blow shoes away
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| And every single time I write a ryhme it’s a platinum
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| You don’t know then you betta go ask 'em
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| Harrass 'em ask 'em who the best
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| With this weed on my chest, I’m a greedy stretch
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| How the fuck can I be so fresh
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| Simino sended my hat to the def
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| Rap do it best I’m dangerous
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| And neva get laid to rest
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| We rollin' that (Fire)
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| We hittin' that (Fire)
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| We spittin' that (Fire)
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| My click is on (Fire)
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| We rollin' that (Fire)
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| We hittin' that (Fire)
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| We spittin' that (Fire)
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| Potluck is on (Fire)
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| You know how we do (I ain’t a mad rappa)
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| This is how we do (MC with a temper)
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| You know how we do (I ain’t a mad rappa)
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| This is how we do (MC with a temper)
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| Fi fi fi fire
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| Fi fi fi fire |