[Master P]
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Yo, Fiend, you and Snoop Dogg, I'm comin at 'cha, what're ya smokin on?
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[Chorus:]
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[All] (Fiend)
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[Who got that fire?]
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[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
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(I wanna know)
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[Who got that fire?]
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[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
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(I wanna know)
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[Who got that fire?]
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[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
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(No Limit wanna know)
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[I said smoke it]
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[Who got that fire?]
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[Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?]
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[Fiend]
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Nah, I know, who's that solider, rollin longs nigga
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Thicker than Monifah, it's I, capital F-I
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The keeper of the reaper
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Smokin cheba with my colonel P, Snoop and Mystikal
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Pull over, I'm takin pullas
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Fucked up, can't ya tell?
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Take a smell, let me whiff that
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Since God goes, you gone
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Tatoos, that can only been choked, seven zones
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I'm grown, and well known to be surviving in hell
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Hangin round long enough to get through the clouds
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It's something by (?)
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Got a story to tell
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Which is, the life of the baddest
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Born from ashes, the smoke of dead, of an addict
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Got to have it, cause baby boy, it's a habit
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Puff it and fuck some pussy, and see which one I grab quick
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I'm that sick, I need weed to proceed
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Like a band-aid for a cut, hopin to stop the bleedin
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No, not the seeds, I done paid for the pickin
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Only the green stickin, for the record
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[Chorus:]
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[All] (Fiend)
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[I'm a smoker]
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[Who got that fire?]
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[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
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(Fiend wanna know)
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[Who got that fire?]
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[Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?]
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(Snoop wanna know)
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[Who got that fire?]
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[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
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(Fiend wanna know)
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[I said, who got that fire?]
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[Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?]
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[Snoop Dogg]
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Ever since my first puff, it seems I couldn't get enough
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But I just couldn't quit I had to have another hit
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I'm smokin green with a fiend by the age of eighteen
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I chop a pound to the ground, went cavi on the triple beam
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Once upon a time, before I used to bust rhymes
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I had to scratch to get a nickel, in order to get a dime
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But times done change, now I'm havin mines
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And I'm protected by the tank, No Limit, and plenty nines
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I grinds to the fullest, so when I'm finished I gots to pull it
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I'm lookin for that green shit, boy you bite the bullet
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For tryin to sell me bullshit
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You know I'm lookin for the bombest weed in your town
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Now, I'm a smoker
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Now you know what that mean?
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Check this out Fiend, everytime a nigga go outta town
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Somebody always approach me talkin bout "I got the chronic,
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We got the chronic." Muthafucka, chronic ain't brown with
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Seeds and stems in the bag nigga. Who got it?
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Who Got the Fire
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Fiend |