Fire Mac Dre (Ft. Big Lurch & Harm)

[Intro: Mac Dre & Harm]
Where am I? (Uh) I smell fire
Who got that fire?
Fire? I don't smoke that brown
Fire (I want the bomb)
Don't like that shit, I don't like that shit
Fire (I need fire, who got fire? Hook me up)
Fire (Yeah, yo, nucca, it's your nucca)
Fire (Roll somethin' up, smoke it)
Fire (Roll somethin' up)
Fire (Let's get to blowin')

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
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 twenty-nine with many rhymes and love XO
I'm a hog, bust a broad 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 tele', tryna get some roper from Nelly
Need it very 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