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On Fire

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Hip-Hop/Rap

On Fire è stato pubblicato il 1 gennaio 1996 da RAL (Rush Associated Label) come parte dell'album Muddy Waters

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumMuddy Waters

Data di uscita1 gennaio 1996

EtichettaRAL (Rush Associated Label)

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM92

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Redman

Lead Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Erick Sermon

Songwriter

Reggie Noble

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Erick Sermon

Producer

Troy Hightower

Mixing Engineer

Nick Rives

Immersive Mixing Engineer

Testi

[Verse 1]

(Them bitches swear they fly)

We on fire tonight

And the place is lookin' steamy

We on fire tonight

We on fire tonight

And the place is lookin' steamy

We on fire tonight

[Verse 2]

Now every time I grab the mic, I always start shit up

Sharper than your double-edger, watch me carve shit up

Live and direct, respect it to the underground connect

I'm wreckin' any emcee you select

Yo E, load me in your gun, light the flares

Give me forty-eight bars

And I go out like Ganz and Billy Bear

Wear and tear, I'm wreckin' for the Bricks, I swear

Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere

Conjunction junction, what's your function?

It's that **** who's so swift I could lose a compass

Step into jams with seven **** in a land

And forty motherfuckers in some fucked up caravan

Drop the Fahrenheit back down to zero

Bring heat to the streets like Al Pacino and DeNiro

Raw dog material, grand imperial

Talk to my shotty ****, my ears ain't hearin' you

[Verse 3]

We on fire tonight

And the place is lookin' steamy

We on fire tonight

So take heed to what I'm sayin'

'Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nukkas ain't playin'

[Verse 4]

We on fire tonight

And the place is lookin' steamy

We on fire

Redman rockin' on

[Verse 5]

Now do I look crazy? Deranged maybe?

You shot first, your Glock burst, but it grazed me

Now time for lyrics, put up your guns

And watch me get this shit hoppin' like the West was won

Got that lyrical chicken feed for all chicken heads

Crowd your Rap City committee like I'm Big Lez

More sicker than the Menendez Brothers

You need Cochran when you're fuckin' with Judge Dredd

Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash

I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin' Tina ass

Hookers ridin' dick like I'm a motorcycle

You want a shine bitch? Let me Simoniz you

I make sure your vision blur till you don't know what occurred

Until I black out every nerve

Foul women get served as chicken head hors d'ouerves

I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles

[Verse 6]

Ha, if you still look up in the sky, I'm still high

All the way live like Lakeside

Wanna die, E?

You got this beat bumpin'

The way I feel, **** ain't leave until they up in somethin'

Pack my dutch like the **** in the county

Day rooms, stay tuned for Doc Illuminati

Up around them big butt freaks is where you find me

Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante

[Verse 7]

We on fire tonight

And the place is lookin' steamy

We on fire tonight

So take heed to what I'm sayin'

'Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nukkas ain't playin'

We on fire tonight

And the place is lookin' steamy

We on fire

Rockin' on

Redman rockin' on

[Verse 8]

To my people in the back, if you're not the wack, say

Don't stop, the body rock

To my people in the front, if you're toking on blunts, say

Don't stop, the body rock

[Verse 9]

I'm too strong for you to listen

I started spitting, that's why the brick **** be licking

They stay on magazine printing equipments

And lyrics, I got 'em by the shipment, where your bitch went

[Verse 10]

I'm smoking leaky out the Lec-y, fatal

My squad steps with the ultimatum, true dat

My muzak move crows like down the hill moved crack

For those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes back

Buddy, bringin' money to your girl

For your little daughter like I'm Cutty

Twenty dollars a pop to dub me

I bug G, quote it

I see you noticed how I leave microphones corroded

[Verse 11]

Your staff not up to par

You raw? You more like Zsa Zsa Gabor

Call deep ****, keep the gas pedal floored

And I pump the funk to keep a room and board

We on fire tonight

And the place is lookin' steamy

Written by: Erick Sermon, Reggie Noble

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