[Intro: Mac Dre & Harm]
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')

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
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

[Chorus: Big Lurch & Harm]
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

[Verse 2: Big Lurch]
Every day in the life of a G (West side)
We be triflin' and we ain't lightin' the seed, niggas 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

[Pre-Chorus: Big Lurch]
Puttin' the smoke in the air, blowin' big type of player, player

[Chorus: Big Lurch & Harm]
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

[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
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

[Chorus: Big Lurch & Harm]
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

[Outro: Big Lurch, Mac Dre & Harm]
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 nigga Snipes off in the buildin', got that feelin', uh
That new millennium shit
Tone Capone, pass the bong, it's on, my nigga
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