| (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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| (Fire)
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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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| (Fire)
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| I need fire, who got fire?
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| (Fire)
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| Yo nucca
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| It’s yo nucca
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| (Fire)
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| Roll somethin up
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| (Smoke it)
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| (Fire)
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| Roll somethin up
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| (Fire)
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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 thizzin
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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 a broad 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 derry 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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| (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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| Blowin it big, come smoke with me
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| Everyday in the life of a G
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| We be triflin' and we enlighten the seed
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| Niggas ain’t likin' me
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| Them pimped out gangsterism tactics
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| Been all on my gun like a blacksmith
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| The midget, 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-O leavin' the block smoky
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| With the OG Mac Dre, Killa Kali parlay, parlay
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| Smokin' a bounce of that bombay every day
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| (Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player-player)
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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 silly, never throw the doobie 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 bulletproof 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fire (Rapper Gone Bad) , by - Mac Dre. Song from the album The Best Of Mac Dre, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп