Hmm, where am I? I smell fire. Who got that fire?
Fire. I don't smoke that rhyme.
I don't like that shit. I don't like that shit.
I need fire. Who got fire?
Ropeville.
Yo, nigga. It's yo nigga.
Fire.
Roll some up.
Smoke hand.
Fire.
Roll some up.
Fire.
Let's get to blowin'.
I'm at the liquor store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.
Hit the block in the shelf, I got thump in the trunk.
Feelin' good off the woods in the hood and I'm fizzin'.
Kinda annoyed they always tryin' to take your boy back to prison.
They hate to see you playin'.
Employ yourself.
They hate to see you playin'.
Enjoy yourself.
When I'm sad, I wanna ride, then play a let's go.
I'm 29 with many rhymes and love that's so.
I'm a hoe, what's the brawl with the words I serve?
Every take that I make, baby, learn the words.
Young Mac Dre.
Got the gift to gab.
Hater breezy, who give heezy like she lickin' some tags.
I'm on the celly telly tryin' to get some rope from Nelly.
Need a dairy smelly, then the gold choker to tell it.
It's on.
Fender blow a zone to the dome.
Talk a poem, got the bomb in them bombs.
We soars.
Fire!
Puttin' a smoke in the air.
Blowin' it big, hyper -flat.
Fire!
Cheech and Chong on the street.
Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.
Fire!
Puttin' a smoke in the air.
Blowin' it big, hyper -flat.
Fire!
Cheech and Chong on the street.
Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.
Every day in the life of a G.
We be triflin' and we enlighten the C.
Niggas ain't likin' me.
Them pimped out gangsta -ism tactics.
Smokin' all of my gun like a blacksmith.
The mythic village of an actor.
Seems a chiropractor.
But I crack your neck, back, and spleen.
All of the smithereens, many things I done seen.
In my everyday smokin' out ritual.
Regular routine.
Walkin' down the street with a gangsta limpin' denim jeans.
Seein' some squalls and sling.
I just wanna lean.
Why don't I chuckle at this pokey?
End up in a 5 .0, leavin' a block smoky.
With the O .G., Mack Gray.
Hill of Cali, parlay, parlay.
Smokin' a ounce of that Bombay in a day.
Puttin' a smoke in the air.
Blowin' big, hyper -flat.
Fire!
Puttin' a smoke in the air.
Blowin' big, hyper -flat.
Fire!
Cheech and Chong on the street.
Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.
Fire!
Puttin' a smoke in the air.
Blowin' big, hyper -flat.
Fire!
Cheech and Chong on the street.
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 dilly? What's really?
Bust down that filly.
We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the billy.
Is you silly? Never throw the doobie away.
It's no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.
I'm tryin' to cope with the stress.
So I'll blow big.
How can a bulletproof vest protect my wig?
See them cutthroat fools?
Then change the rules.
The public got it twisted and we blame the noobs.
I got game for fools.
Cause I hang with fools that got game to use.
And maintain the rule.
Keep it real, dawg. And represent what's right.
Be a real hog.
When you're blessed and might.
Smoke big, live long, and get your pringles.
Young Lurch and Mack Dre makin' hit rap singles.
Fire!
Puttin' a smoke in the air.
Sweatin' it blowing big type of blah, blah.
Fire!
Cheech and Tongue on us free.
Blowing it big time. Smoke with me.
Fire!
Puttin' it smoke in the air.
Lowering it big type of blah, blah.
Fire!
Cheech and Tongue on us free.
Lowering it big but we smoke with me.
Fire!
Puttin' a smoke in the air.
Lowering it big type of blah, blah.
Fire!
Rappers on the ass
Cheech and Chong on a spree
Smokin' in Big's ass
Smokin' in Big's ass
Smokin' in Big's ass
Puttin' that smoke in the ass
Keep it house
Keep it house
Turn pole to that
Cheech and Chong on a spree
Lovin' it big
Yellin' in smoke
Lovin' it big
Cheech and Chong on a spree
Lovin' it big
Smokin' in Big's ass
You know I'm just a man
You know I'm just a man
You know I'm just a man
You know I'm just a man
You know I'm just a man
You know I'm just a man
You know I'm just a man
You know I'm just a man
You know I'm just a man
You know I'm just a man
You know I'm just a man
You know I'm just a man
They can't fuck with this
They can't fuck with this
They can't fuck with this
I'm back, boy
Clear the lane, I'm going to the hole
All in your booty hole
Too busy
