fire lyrics – twista

“fire”
(feat. lil boosie)

now i know it’s been a long time since a m*th*f*cka done made a good song about reefa
and who better for you to handle this then a tidanamo with *n*lys of the cannabis sativa
go and get a pillow and a cigerillo if i know it’s the killa i’m yellin roll one up joe
open the backwood up trippin on me cause i was sloppy i better get f*cked up though
i be smokin 4 diffrent kinds of kush its the best of me especially the purple and the og
but ya’ll might call it the granddad rather safer and take a pull slowly
eye lids low ain’t no doubt about it that somebodys gon peep me
go ahead and ride i think i’mma chill because i’m kinda sleepy
me and my n*gg*s in my crew will get into it now we be at odds hardly
cause we smokin on a ounce of the ganja that bob marley
me a rock to the reggae music whenever me feel the spliff workin
kill off in any rudeboy if ya take away my herb its da earth sin.

[chorus]
smokin on dat fire (smokin on dat fire)
puffin on dat dro (puffin on dat dro)
kush weed gets me higher (kush weed gets me higher)
and da diesel get me blowed (and da diesel get me blowed) [x2]

smell good, let me hit dat
blow kush wit 8 ball & mjg
smoke haze, i use to a seagal
freeway put me on to da backwoods
and bleek introduced me to diesel
and snoop turned me on to the chronic,
smokin it i was feelin bionic,
lookin at me rollin a blunt and i’m huffin and puffin and i cant get enough of this stuff,
and i’m loosin my logic, you can smell all of my folicals and imma follow you cuz of da dro,
but if it aint, i’m call my autobile,i be gettin nothin but love cuz i be smokin da bud,
its lookin like its from a high time auto particles i be grindin up wit da hash
and i put some on yo blunt if you come up wit da stash,
so take it to the head its a gift from coupe but if i share it wit a b*tch,imma be f*ckin her *ss,
stay havin sessions and my ends is plenty,
so when i’m smokin my friends is wit me,
make em feel da slow breeze cuz i blow trees like da windy city,
let me call up da weed man cuz if we out, then sh*t we on it,
me and you can hook up and go get an ounce and i got 250 on it

smokin on dat fire (smokin on dat fire)
puffin on dat dro (puffin on dat dro)
kush weed gets me higher (kush weed gets me higher)
and da diesel get me blowed (and da diesel get me blowed) [x2]

[lil boosie]
im extra blowed, top floor, in the double tree in dis chi-town manner smokin dis kush sh*t back to back,
got me rippin track to track, like webbie say where dat real at, dat one hit and you feel that,
i know ima dog i done smoke train wreck aint done yet,
i’ma smoke til i hurt my chest, on da east coast they feed me man,
kilt me wit dat diesel man, got me in new york eatin everything,
dade county jamaican kush, stick to da bag (yeah) put my whole click on his *ss,
dont like to brag but i smoke, choke on the best of the best,
i be high as giraffe p*ssy when i’m up in the west,
i chopped and tired i’m so high, i then smoked dat p*sscat,
smell good let me hit dat, dats why michael phelps did dat?

smokin on dat fire (smokin on dat fire)
puffin on dat dro (puffin on dat dro)
kush weed gets me higher (kush weed gets me higher)
and da diesel get me blowed (and da diesel get me blowed) [x2]
smell good, let me hit dat

/ twista lyrics