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Daz Dillinger - I Got Dat Fire ft. Snoop Dogg E-White and Uncle Reo [High Quality]
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Man, I need a hit (uh huh) Yea (damn), what's goin' on over here? You know, my nigga got the fat ass motherfuckin' (oh yea) Bags Yo, 'sup! What you got Oh yea, you know, comin' to buy you out I know you got that fire We hit the liquor sto' Grab some Satin, limonade, cool-aid and fuck the fo'-o Blaze the indo Me and E-White and Snoop Dogg in the fo'-do' caddy With that sticky icky shit, nigga blaze a fatty My people know me when I touch down the soul I have it, wait it up my nigga Puff the bud and bag it Lace my filas, adjust my tamps and grab my heaters Khakis and wife-beaters and blaze the fuckin' weed up Yea, you know we did that Get back and say I did that Is that the bomb shizzat That put me on my bizzack Purple orange the flavour of the month in a blunt Whatever you need, I got what you want I got dat (Fire, I'm on fire) ooh Oh I'm on fire (fire, fire) And I don't wanna be pulled out (Fire, I'm on fire) I wanna keep on burnin' Forever I'm on fire (fire, fire) Something so hot it leave me sweat Bairly breathin', soakin' wet Don't expect me to be close up on it unless you let me I betcha it is better for us both to let me close Is you 'bout it, keep private shit that jump off in the closet Baby what you want, I hope Daz got a blunt I hope Snoop will let me swoop in Snoop DeVille so I can stunt Straight fire, baby Take it back to the wire maybe I can find what I was lookin' fo' A wide open hooka ho' Mad dog 'cause I'm lookin' on 'Cause it ain't no bitch in me Picture any nigga disrespectin' when he mention me This could be the start of something good, so let's make it happen Get back to the hood, the whole time me and my niggas smoke that (FIre, I'm on fire) ooh baby You set my soul on fire (fire, fire) With the thing that you do to me (fire, I'm on fire) I wanna let you know That I'm on, I'm on fire (fire, I'm on fire) Ooh ooh mooh Im electrifyin', dramatisin', recognizin', victimisin' Fratinizin', scandalizin', realizin', tantilizin' Analizin', sexasizin', vandalizin', enterprisin' Maximizin', all this shit Runnin' my game and I call that bitch Put her in a stable, see if she's able Sit her at the table, yea she's able Will she do it, she got to do it I run these hoes like Clark Gable Raid these labels enable myself To turn the tables to increase my wealth Move stealth was the tech on the shelf Try to keep to myself I don't bother nobody Usually when I fall in a party Shit I become the life of the party And everybody wanna smoke with the big dog, with the big dope It's doggy dizzle and he wizzle and my lil kin fizzle Daz Dilly is so silly, still he will he blaze another philly Stick it together and blow your mind Probably so like Donahoe But I ain't tryin' to find a hoe And if I'm rhymin' too fast, that's 'cause you movin' too slow You don't know, you won't know Just hit some of this for the mental Now let that shit go Now, you know, we know, he know, she know That boss D-O-G original weed smokin', it's always (Fire, I'm on fire) on fire And I don't never ever wanna be put down (fire, fire) Are you high? (fire, I'm on fire) Whoa, never ever wanna ever be pulled down (fire, fire) Baby, you just don't know that you got my soul on fire I don't ever be pulled out No Yeah 'cause on some real shit, you know This game is like it's crazy, you know what I'm saying To see how we didn't rose above the rest You know, to-to manifest, to be able to hold a game down I'm the man used to sit down and just have little talks You know the saying about trying to be in the game You know we still watch niggas do the thing before us, you know, and now You know the game is ours now, you know nigga on top right now And able to say what he wanna say, and do what he wanna do, and I'm thankful righ now And I just wanna say, nigga you know You got my blessings on anything and everything you do nigga Run your business 'cause I got your back, nigga, you better know it How's these niggas wanna tired from me Show 'em how to fambam, get in
Writer(s): Calvin C. Broadus, Cecil Demetrius Womack Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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