Fire (Explicit) 歌詞
Fire (Explicit) - Big Pokey/Mr. 3-2/Lyrical 187/Bettye
On the block pack a gat watch your back boy
Cause you know that's hot and them haters
Do your thang and come on home cause you know
That I'm waiting with that fire
5 in the morning ain't no yawning ain't no time for sleeping
I'm still working the block the block still bleeding
I'm still toting a Glock cause niggas be scheming
I still want what you got until then I ain't leaving
Battle scarred and hard headed off of the streets
Was brought up in the hustle the game supported me
Day to day grinding gotta make sure we eat
Gotta make sure we can step out on the block and be seen
Trying to let all them fiends know I'm back on the scene
Got them power packs ready Scottie throw down a beam
Undercover snitch niggas trying to break my dream up
Baby girl home alone waiting for me to show up
Plus this morning she told me she woke up throwing up
And I wanna lay all I'm thinking bout is paper
It might be real early in the morning when I come home
But best believe I'm coming home pockets full of do'
On the block pack a gat watch your back boy
Cause you know that's hot and them haters
Do your thang and come on home cause you know
That I'm waiting with that fire
Gonna hop up on niggas like quizzes in class
Sensei shife niggas and chizzle they masks
I ain't your hammer jamming but I'm packing a glass
When I hit you I'mma split you like that crack in your a**
Got elbows of w**d I'm bagging my grass
I got weight niggas think I need to take out the trash
4 flipping in the dash one under the seat
Worm just laid the track to what I done to the beat
Wet niggas up everywhere but under the feet
Plus I rock-a-bye niggas put 'em under a sheet
I'm trying to get freaky tonight I'm in the mood
For a baby-faced girl with a big girl mule
Jeans on the couch underwear in the pool
Closer boys keep girls square in the nude
A layer the Earth's my turf so I'm a grown
When I'm finished with these streets I'm gone into hiding
On the block pack a gat watch your back boy
Cause you know that's hot and them haters
Do your thang and come on home cause you know
That I'm waiting with that fire
Pull it all night as on the block stacking bread
Ducking police and I'm stacking big heads
Never letting it go FED while I grind it out
Shooting dice on my knees making boys drop out
Got it popped at the spot and a twat that's wide
I dig up between thighs when they qualified
Naked showing hide cotton up six figgas
Day for day on the block watching thangs get bigger
Build an empire the boss of the street game
Stack it up real pretty I'm sicking all my change
Fame is a trip people can back stab you
Gotta watch your back cause somebody could grab you
Stay on no cases and counting the big faces
They'll be working for your vote in all kinda places
The Glock stay crunk and lit up at all times
But it make it heavy that's why I'm getting mine
On the block pack a gat watch your back boy
Cause you know that's hot and them haters
Do your thang and come on home cause you know
That I'm waiting with that fire