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')

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

Fire

Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player

Fire

Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me

Fire

Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player

Fire

Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me

Every day in the life of a G (West side)

We be triflin' and we ain't lightin' the seed, **** ain't likin' me

Them pimped out gangsterism tactics

Cleanin' all of my gun like a blacksmith

Demented, belligerent actor, see the chiropractor

But I crack ya neck, back, spleen

Blow you to smithereens for the things I done seen

In my everyday smokin' out ritual, regular routine

Walkin' down the street with a gangsta limp in denim jeans

Seein' some squaws and smile (Bling-bling), I just wanna lean

Why don't I chug-a-lug this forty

Then jump in a 5.0, leavin' the block smoky

With the OG Mac Dre? Killa Cali, parlay-parlay

Smokin' a bounce of that Bombay every day

Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player

Fire

Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player

Fire

Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me

Fire

Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player

Fire

Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me

I need narcotic, that gooey and stanky

When I ain't got it, I'm moody and cranky

What the dealy? What's really? Bust down that Phillie

We can old school with a Zag or blow bags in the 'Villey

Is you silly? Never throw the doobie away

Waste no dank when you're blowin' with Dre

Tryna cope with the stress, so I blow big

How can a bulletproof vest protect my wig?

See, them cutthroat fools done changed the rules

The public got it twisted and we blame the news

I got game for fools 'cause I hang with fools

That got game to use and maintain the rules

Keep it real, dog, and represent what's right

Be a real hog when you bless the mic

Smoke big, live long and get your Pringles

Young Lurch and Mac Dre makin' hit rap singles

Fire

Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player

Fire

Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me

Fire

Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player

Fire

Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me

Fire

Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player (You know)

Fire (Rapper Gone Bad)

Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me (Smokin' them big bags)

Uh

Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player (Keep it bouncin')

Told you, 2000

Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me

Yeah

Cheech and Chong on a spree, blowin' it big, come smoke with me

Mac Dre, boy

Lucky Lurch Luciano and Mac Dre, that fire, yeah, uh

Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player (Player, player)

In that broke 'Ville, yeah

My **** Snipes off in the buildin', got that feelin', uh

That new millennium shit

Tone Capone, pass the bong, it's on, my ****

Yeah

They can't fuck with this

Can't fuck with this

They can't fuck with this

I'm back, boy

Clear the lane, I'm goin' to the hole

All in your booty hole, true theezy