[{"id":21358313,"name":"Fire","trackName":"Fire","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"The Best of Mac Dre","duration":336.248163,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Mac Dre Talking]\nWhere am I?\nI smell fire.\nWho got that fire? Fire.\nI don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\nI don't like that shit.\nI don't like that shit.\nI need fire, who got fire?\nReal pimp.\nYo nigga.\nIt's yo nigga.\nRoll something up.\nSmokin'.\nRoll something up.\nLets get to flowin'.\n(Go herd).\n\n[Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\nI'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\nHit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\nFeeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\nKind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\nThey hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\nThey hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\nWhen I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\nI'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\nI'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\nEvery tape I make baby learns the words.\nYoung Mac Dre, got to give to get.\nHate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\nI'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\nNeed it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\nIt's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\nTone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n[Chorus]\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n[Verse 2: Young leech]\nEvery day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\nAre likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\nThem pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\nSpinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\nThem bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\nBut I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\nBlow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\nIn my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\nWalking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\nMe and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\nI just want to lean.\nWhy I don't chugalug this 40.\nThen jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\nWith the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\nSmoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\nI need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\nWhen I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\nWhat the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\nWe can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\nIs you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\nLace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\nTrying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\nHow can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\nSee them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\nThe public got it twisted and we blame the news.\nGot game for fools,\n'Cause I hang with fools,\nThat got game to use,\nAnd maintain the roles.\nKeep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\nBe a real hog when you bless the mic.\nSmoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\nYoung Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\nKillea.\nRapper gone bad.\nSmoking them big gads.\nUh.\nKeep it bouncing.\nI told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\nFeel it bitch. Yeah.\nMac Dre boy.\n[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\nPlaya playa!\nAnd that broke you. Yeah.\nMy nigga Snipes off in the building.\nOut that fillin'.\nThat new millennium shit.\nTone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this. Uh.\nI'm back boy.\nClear the lane I'm going to the hole.\nAll in your bootie hoe. Groupie.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] [Mac Dre Talking]\n[00:01.73] Where am I?\n[00:03.41] I smell fire.\n[00:05.31] Who got that fire? Fire.\n[00:11.48] I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n[00:14.30] I don't like that shit.\n[00:16.05] I don't like that shit.\n[00:18.06] I need fire, who got fire?\n[00:20.36] Real pimp.\n[00:22.75] Yo nigga.\n[00:25.88] It's yo nigga.\n[00:28.62] Roll something up.\n[00:31.62] Smokin'.\n[00:33.43] Roll something up.\n[00:36.89] Lets get to flowin'.\n[00:41.73] (Go herd).\n[00:43.40] [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n[00:44.02] I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n[00:46.33] Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n[00:49.08] Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n[00:51.97] Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n[00:55.15] They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n[00:57.59] They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n[01:00.23] When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n[01:02.87] I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n[01:05.56] I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n[01:08.36] Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n[01:11.04] Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n[01:13.75] Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n[01:16.44] I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n[01:19.20] Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n[01:21.96] It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n[01:24.87] Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n[01:27.31] [Chorus]\n[01:27.98] Fire.\n[01:30.15] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:33.21] Fire.\n[01:35.63] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:38.61] Fire.\n[01:40.67] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:44.29] Fire.\n[01:46.29] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:49.29] [Verse 2: Young leech]\n[01:49.52] Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n[01:53.13] Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n[01:55.08] Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n[01:57.75] Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n[02:00.54] Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n[02:03.10] But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n[02:05.89] Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n[02:08.42] In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n[02:11.78] Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n[02:14.66] Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n[02:16.72] I just want to lean.\n[02:17.91] Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n[02:19.42] Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n[02:22.19] With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n[02:25.77] Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n[02:28.25] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[02:33.64] [Chorus]\n[02:43.31] [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n[02:55.35] I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n[02:57.70] When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n[03:00.58] What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n[03:03.26] We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n[03:05.98] Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n[03:08.54] Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n[03:11.38] Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n[03:14.12] How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n[03:16.95] See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n[03:19.66] The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n[03:22.21] Got game for fools,\n[03:23.75] 'Cause I hang with fools,\n[03:25.05] That got game to use,\n[03:26.43] And maintain the roles.\n[03:27.78] Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n[03:30.34] Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n[03:32.99] Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n[03:36.12] Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n[03:39.14] [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n[04:05.08] Killea.\n[04:06.35] Rapper gone bad.\n[04:10.43] Smoking them big gads.\n[04:12.83] Uh.\n[04:14.08] Keep it bouncing.\n[04:17.76] I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n[04:20.95] Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n[04:24.67] Mac Dre boy.\n[04:30.92] [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n[04:33.81] Playa playa!\n[04:35.51] And that broke you. Yeah.\n[04:44.84] My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n[04:46.26] Out that fillin'.\n[04:49.12] That new millennium shit.\n[04:52.42] Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n[04:55.43] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:00.91] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:03.67] They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n[05:07.22] I'm back boy.\n[05:09.64] Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n[05:12.23] All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n[05:18.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fire\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: The Best of Mac Dre\n  duration_ms: 336248\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Mac Dre Talking]'\n  start_ms: 900\n  end_ms: 1730\n- text: Where am I?\n  start_ms: 1730\n  end_ms: 3410\n- text: I smell fire.\n  start_ms: 3410\n  end_ms: 5310\n- text: Who got that fire? 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Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 148250\n  end_ms: 153640\n- text: '[Chorus]'\n  start_ms: 153640\n  end_ms: 163310\n- text: '[Verse 3: Mac Dre]'\n  start_ms: 163310\n  end_ms: 175350\n- text: I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  start_ms: 175350\n  end_ms: 177700\n- text: When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  start_ms: 177700\n  end_ms: 180580\n- text: What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  start_ms: 180580\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 185980\n- text: Is you silly? 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Yeah.\n  start_ms: 260950\n  end_ms: 264670\n- text: Mac Dre boy.\n  start_ms: 264670\n  end_ms: 270920\n- text: '[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn''t know and Mac Dre.'\n  start_ms: 270920\n  end_ms: 273810\n- text: Playa playa!\n  start_ms: 273810\n  end_ms: 275510\n- text: And that broke you. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 275510\n  end_ms: 284840\n- text: My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  start_ms: 284840\n  end_ms: 286260\n- text: Out that fillin'.\n  start_ms: 286260\n  end_ms: 289120\n- text: That new millennium shit.\n  start_ms: 289120\n  end_ms: 292420\n- text: Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 292420\n  end_ms: 295430\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 295430\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 303670\n- text: They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  start_ms: 303670\n  end_ms: 307220\n- text: I'm back boy.\n  start_ms: 307220\n  end_ms: 309640\n- text: Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  start_ms: 309640\n  end_ms: 312230\n- text: All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n  start_ms: 312230\n  end_ms: 318480\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 318480\nplain: |-\n  [Mac Dre Talking]\n  Where am I?\n  I smell fire.\n  Who got that fire? Fire.\n  I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I need fire, who got fire?\n  Real pimp.\n  Yo nigga.\n  It's yo nigga.\n  Roll something up.\n  Smokin'.\n  Roll something up.\n  Lets get to flowin'.\n  (Go herd).\n\n  [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\n  I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n  Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n  Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n  Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n  They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n  They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n  When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n  I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n  I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n  Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n  Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n  Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n  I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n  Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n  It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n  Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n  [Verse 2: Young leech]\n  Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n  Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n  Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n  Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n  Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n  But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n  Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n  In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n  Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n  Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n  I just want to lean.\n  Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n  Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n  With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n  Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\n  I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n  Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n  Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n  How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n  See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n  The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n  Got game for fools,\n  'Cause I hang with fools,\n  That got game to use,\n  And maintain the roles.\n  Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n  Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n  Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n  Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n  [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\n  Killea.\n  Rapper gone bad.\n  Smoking them big gads.\n  Uh.\n  Keep it bouncing.\n  I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n  Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n  Mac Dre boy.\n  [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n  Playa playa!\n  And that broke you. Yeah.\n  My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  Out that fillin'.\n  That new millennium shit.\n  Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  I'm back boy.\n  Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n"},{"id":28544548,"name":"Fire","trackName":"Fire","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"Tha Best of Mac Dre","duration":336.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Mac Dre Talking]\nWhere am I?\nI smell fire.\nWho got that fire? Fire.\nI don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\nI don't like that shit.\nI don't like that shit.\nI need fire, who got fire?\nReal pimp.\nYo nigga.\nIt's yo nigga.\nRoll something up.\nSmokin'.\nRoll something up.\nLets get to flowin'.\n(Go herd).\n\n[Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\nI'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\nHit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\nFeeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\nKind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\nThey hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\nThey hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\nWhen I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\nI'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\nI'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\nEvery tape I make baby learns the words.\nYoung Mac Dre, got to give to get.\nHate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\nI'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\nNeed it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\nIt's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\nTone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n[Chorus]\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n[Verse 2: Young leech]\nEvery day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\nAre likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\nThem pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\nSpinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\nThem bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\nBut I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\nBlow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\nIn my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\nWalking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\nMe and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\nI just want to lean.\nWhy I don't chugalug this 40.\nThen jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\nWith the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\nSmoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\nI need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\nWhen I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\nWhat the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\nWe can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\nIs you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\nLace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\nTrying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\nHow can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\nSee them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\nThe public got it twisted and we blame the news.\nGot game for fools,\n'Cause I hang with fools,\nThat got game to use,\nAnd maintain the roles.\nKeep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\nBe a real hog when you bless the mic.\nSmoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\nYoung Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\nKillea.\nRapper gone bad.\nSmoking them big gads.\nUh.\nKeep it bouncing.\nI told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\nFeel it bitch. Yeah.\nMac Dre boy.\n[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\nPlaya playa!\nAnd that broke you. Yeah.\nMy nigga Snipes off in the building.\nOut that fillin'.\nThat new millennium shit.\nTone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this. Uh.\nI'm back boy.\nClear the lane I'm going to the hole.\nAll in your bootie hoe. Groupie.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] [Mac Dre Talking]\n[00:01.73] Where am I?\n[00:03.41] I smell fire.\n[00:05.31] Who got that fire? Fire.\n[00:11.48] I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n[00:14.30] I don't like that shit.\n[00:16.05] I don't like that shit.\n[00:18.06] I need fire, who got fire?\n[00:20.36] Real pimp.\n[00:22.75] Yo nigga.\n[00:25.88] It's yo nigga.\n[00:28.62] Roll something up.\n[00:31.62] Smokin'.\n[00:33.43] Roll something up.\n[00:36.89] Lets get to flowin'.\n[00:41.73] (Go herd).\n[00:43.40] [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n[00:44.02] I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n[00:46.33] Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n[00:49.08] Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n[00:51.97] Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n[00:55.15] They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n[00:57.59] They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n[01:00.23] When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n[01:02.87] I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n[01:05.56] I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n[01:08.36] Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n[01:11.04] Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n[01:13.75] Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n[01:16.44] I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n[01:19.20] Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n[01:21.96] It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n[01:24.87] Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n[01:27.31] [Chorus]\n[01:27.98] Fire.\n[01:30.15] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:33.21] Fire.\n[01:35.63] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:38.61] Fire.\n[01:40.67] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:44.29] Fire.\n[01:46.29] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:49.29] [Verse 2: Young leech]\n[01:49.52] Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n[01:53.13] Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n[01:55.08] Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n[01:57.75] Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n[02:00.54] Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n[02:03.10] But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n[02:05.89] Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n[02:08.42] In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n[02:11.78] Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n[02:14.66] Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n[02:16.72] I just want to lean.\n[02:17.91] Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n[02:19.42] Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n[02:22.19] With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n[02:25.77] Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n[02:28.25] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[02:33.64] [Chorus]\n[02:43.31] [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n[02:55.35] I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n[02:57.70] When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n[03:00.58] What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n[03:03.26] We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n[03:05.98] Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n[03:08.54] Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n[03:11.38] Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n[03:14.12] How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n[03:16.95] See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n[03:19.66] The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n[03:22.21] Got game for fools,\n[03:23.75] 'Cause I hang with fools,\n[03:25.05] That got game to use,\n[03:26.43] And maintain the roles.\n[03:27.78] Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n[03:30.34] Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n[03:32.99] Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n[03:36.12] Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n[03:39.14] [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n[04:05.08] Killea.\n[04:06.35] Rapper gone bad.\n[04:10.43] Smoking them big gads.\n[04:12.83] Uh.\n[04:14.08] Keep it bouncing.\n[04:17.76] I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n[04:20.95] Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n[04:24.67] Mac Dre boy.\n[04:30.92] [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n[04:33.81] Playa playa!\n[04:35.51] And that broke you. Yeah.\n[04:44.84] My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n[04:46.26] Out that fillin'.\n[04:49.12] That new millennium shit.\n[04:52.42] Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n[04:55.43] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:00.91] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:03.67] They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n[05:07.22] I'm back boy.\n[05:09.64] Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n[05:12.23] All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n[05:18.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fire\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: Tha Best of Mac Dre\n  duration_ms: 336000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Mac Dre Talking]'\n  start_ms: 900\n  end_ms: 1730\n- text: Where am I?\n  start_ms: 1730\n  end_ms: 3410\n- text: I smell fire.\n  start_ms: 3410\n  end_ms: 5310\n- text: Who got that fire? 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Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 148250\n  end_ms: 153640\n- text: '[Chorus]'\n  start_ms: 153640\n  end_ms: 163310\n- text: '[Verse 3: Mac Dre]'\n  start_ms: 163310\n  end_ms: 175350\n- text: I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  start_ms: 175350\n  end_ms: 177700\n- text: When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  start_ms: 177700\n  end_ms: 180580\n- text: What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  start_ms: 180580\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 185980\n- text: Is you silly? 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Yeah.\n  start_ms: 260950\n  end_ms: 264670\n- text: Mac Dre boy.\n  start_ms: 264670\n  end_ms: 270920\n- text: '[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn''t know and Mac Dre.'\n  start_ms: 270920\n  end_ms: 273810\n- text: Playa playa!\n  start_ms: 273810\n  end_ms: 275510\n- text: And that broke you. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 275510\n  end_ms: 284840\n- text: My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  start_ms: 284840\n  end_ms: 286260\n- text: Out that fillin'.\n  start_ms: 286260\n  end_ms: 289120\n- text: That new millennium shit.\n  start_ms: 289120\n  end_ms: 292420\n- text: Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 292420\n  end_ms: 295430\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 295430\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 303670\n- text: They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  start_ms: 303670\n  end_ms: 307220\n- text: I'm back boy.\n  start_ms: 307220\n  end_ms: 309640\n- text: Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  start_ms: 309640\n  end_ms: 312230\n- text: All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n  start_ms: 312230\n  end_ms: 318480\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 318480\nplain: |-\n  [Mac Dre Talking]\n  Where am I?\n  I smell fire.\n  Who got that fire? Fire.\n  I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I need fire, who got fire?\n  Real pimp.\n  Yo nigga.\n  It's yo nigga.\n  Roll something up.\n  Smokin'.\n  Roll something up.\n  Lets get to flowin'.\n  (Go herd).\n\n  [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\n  I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n  Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n  Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n  Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n  They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n  They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n  When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n  I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n  I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n  Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n  Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n  Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n  I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n  Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n  It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n  Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n  [Verse 2: Young leech]\n  Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n  Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n  Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n  Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n  Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n  But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n  Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n  In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n  Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n  Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n  I just want to lean.\n  Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n  Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n  With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n  Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\n  I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n  Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n  Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n  How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n  See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n  The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n  Got game for fools,\n  'Cause I hang with fools,\n  That got game to use,\n  And maintain the roles.\n  Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n  Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n  Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n  Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n  [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\n  Killea.\n  Rapper gone bad.\n  Smoking them big gads.\n  Uh.\n  Keep it bouncing.\n  I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n  Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n  Mac Dre boy.\n  [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n  Playa playa!\n  And that broke you. Yeah.\n  My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  Out that fillin'.\n  That new millennium shit.\n  Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  I'm back boy.\n  Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n"},{"id":18652337,"name":"[008] Fire","trackName":"[008] Fire","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"Tha Best Of Mac Dre","duration":336.3558499,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Mac Dre Talking]\nWhere am I?\nI smell fire.\nWho got that fire? Fire.\nI don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\nI don't like that shit.\nI don't like that shit.\nI need fire, who got fire?\nReal pimp.\nYo nigga.\nIt's yo nigga.\nRoll something up.\nSmokin'.\nRoll something up.\nLets get to flowin'.\n(Go herd).\n\n[Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\nI'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\nHit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\nFeeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\nKind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\nThey hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\nThey hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\nWhen I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\nI'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\nI'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\nEvery tape I make baby learns the words.\nYoung Mac Dre, got to give to get.\nHate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\nI'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\nNeed it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\nIt's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\nTone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n[Chorus]\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n[Verse 2: Young leech]\nEvery day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\nAre likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\nThem pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\nSpinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\nThem bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\nBut I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\nBlow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\nIn my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\nWalking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\nMe and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\nI just want to lean.\nWhy I don't chugalug this 40.\nThen jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\nWith the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\nSmoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\nI need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\nWhen I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\nWhat the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\nWe can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\nIs you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\nLace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\nTrying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\nHow can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\nSee them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\nThe public got it twisted and we blame the news.\nGot game for fools,\n'Cause I hang with fools,\nThat got game to use,\nAnd maintain the roles.\nKeep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\nBe a real hog when you bless the mic.\nSmoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\nYoung Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\nKillea.\nRapper gone bad.\nSmoking them big gads.\nUh.\nKeep it bouncing.\nI told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\nFeel it bitch. Yeah.\nMac Dre boy.\n[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\nPlaya playa!\nAnd that broke you. Yeah.\nMy nigga Snipes off in the building.\nOut that fillin'.\nThat new millennium shit.\nTone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this. Uh.\nI'm back boy.\nClear the lane I'm going to the hole.\nAll in your bootie hoe. Groupie.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] [Mac Dre Talking]\n[00:01.73] Where am I?\n[00:03.41] I smell fire.\n[00:05.31] Who got that fire? Fire.\n[00:11.48] I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n[00:14.30] I don't like that shit.\n[00:16.05] I don't like that shit.\n[00:18.06] I need fire, who got fire?\n[00:20.36] Real pimp.\n[00:22.75] Yo nigga.\n[00:25.88] It's yo nigga.\n[00:28.62] Roll something up.\n[00:31.62] Smokin'.\n[00:33.43] Roll something up.\n[00:36.89] Lets get to flowin'.\n[00:41.73] (Go herd).\n[00:43.40] [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n[00:44.02] I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n[00:46.33] Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n[00:49.08] Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n[00:51.97] Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n[00:55.15] They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n[00:57.59] They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n[01:00.23] When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n[01:02.87] I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n[01:05.56] I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n[01:08.36] Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n[01:11.04] Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n[01:13.75] Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n[01:16.44] I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n[01:19.20] Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n[01:21.96] It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n[01:24.87] Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n[01:27.31] [Chorus]\n[01:27.98] Fire.\n[01:30.15] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:33.21] Fire.\n[01:35.63] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:38.61] Fire.\n[01:40.67] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:44.29] Fire.\n[01:46.29] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:49.29] [Verse 2: Young leech]\n[01:49.52] Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n[01:53.13] Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n[01:55.08] Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n[01:57.75] Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n[02:00.54] Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n[02:03.10] But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n[02:05.89] Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n[02:08.42] In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n[02:11.78] Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n[02:14.66] Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n[02:16.72] I just want to lean.\n[02:17.91] Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n[02:19.42] Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n[02:22.19] With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n[02:25.77] Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n[02:28.25] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[02:33.64] [Chorus]\n[02:43.31] [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n[02:55.35] I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n[02:57.70] When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n[03:00.58] What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n[03:03.26] We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n[03:05.98] Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n[03:08.54] Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n[03:11.38] Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n[03:14.12] How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n[03:16.95] See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n[03:19.66] The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n[03:22.21] Got game for fools,\n[03:23.75] 'Cause I hang with fools,\n[03:25.05] That got game to use,\n[03:26.43] And maintain the roles.\n[03:27.78] Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n[03:30.34] Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n[03:32.99] Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n[03:36.12] Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n[03:39.14] [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n[04:05.08] Killea.\n[04:06.35] Rapper gone bad.\n[04:10.43] Smoking them big gads.\n[04:12.83] Uh.\n[04:14.08] Keep it bouncing.\n[04:17.76] I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n[04:20.95] Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n[04:24.67] Mac Dre boy.\n[04:30.92] [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n[04:33.81] Playa playa!\n[04:35.51] And that broke you. Yeah.\n[04:44.84] My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n[04:46.26] Out that fillin'.\n[04:49.12] That new millennium shit.\n[04:52.42] Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n[04:55.43] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:00.91] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:03.67] They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n[05:07.22] I'm back boy.\n[05:09.64] Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n[05:12.23] All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n[05:18.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '[008] Fire'\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: Tha Best Of Mac Dre\n  duration_ms: 336356\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Mac Dre Talking]'\n  start_ms: 900\n  end_ms: 1730\n- text: Where am I?\n  start_ms: 1730\n  end_ms: 3410\n- text: I smell fire.\n  start_ms: 3410\n  end_ms: 5310\n- text: Who got that fire? 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Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 90150\n  end_ms: 93210\n- text: Fire.\n  start_ms: 93210\n  end_ms: 95630\n- text: Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  start_ms: 95630\n  end_ms: 98610\n- text: Fire.\n  start_ms: 98610\n  end_ms: 100670\n- text: Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 100670\n  end_ms: 104290\n- text: Fire.\n  start_ms: 104290\n  end_ms: 106290\n- text: Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  start_ms: 106290\n  end_ms: 109290\n- text: '[Verse 2: Young leech]'\n  start_ms: 109290\n  end_ms: 109520\n- text: Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n  start_ms: 109520\n  end_ms: 113130\n- text: Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n  start_ms: 113130\n  end_ms: 115080\n- text: Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n  start_ms: 115080\n  end_ms: 117750\n- text: Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n  start_ms: 117750\n  end_ms: 120540\n- text: Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n  start_ms: 120540\n  end_ms: 123100\n- text: But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n  start_ms: 123100\n  end_ms: 125890\n- text: Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n  start_ms: 125890\n  end_ms: 128420\n- text: In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n  start_ms: 128420\n  end_ms: 131780\n- text: Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n  start_ms: 131780\n  end_ms: 134660\n- text: Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n  start_ms: 134660\n  end_ms: 136720\n- text: I just want to lean.\n  start_ms: 136720\n  end_ms: 137910\n- text: Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n  start_ms: 137910\n  end_ms: 139420\n- text: Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n  start_ms: 139420\n  end_ms: 142190\n- text: With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n  start_ms: 142190\n  end_ms: 145770\n- text: Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n  start_ms: 145770\n  end_ms: 148250\n- text: Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 148250\n  end_ms: 153640\n- text: '[Chorus]'\n  start_ms: 153640\n  end_ms: 163310\n- text: '[Verse 3: Mac Dre]'\n  start_ms: 163310\n  end_ms: 175350\n- text: I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  start_ms: 175350\n  end_ms: 177700\n- text: When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  start_ms: 177700\n  end_ms: 180580\n- text: What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  start_ms: 180580\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 185980\n- text: Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n  start_ms: 185980\n  end_ms: 188540\n- text: Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n  start_ms: 188540\n  end_ms: 191380\n- text: Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n  start_ms: 191380\n  end_ms: 194120\n- text: How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n  start_ms: 194120\n  end_ms: 196950\n- text: See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n  start_ms: 196950\n  end_ms: 199660\n- text: The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n  start_ms: 199660\n  end_ms: 202210\n- text: Got game for fools,\n  start_ms: 202210\n  end_ms: 203750\n- text: '''Cause I hang with fools,'\n  start_ms: 203750\n  end_ms: 205050\n- text: That got game to use,\n  start_ms: 205050\n  end_ms: 206430\n- text: And maintain the roles.\n  start_ms: 206430\n  end_ms: 207780\n- text: Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n  start_ms: 207780\n  end_ms: 210340\n- text: Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n  start_ms: 210340\n  end_ms: 212990\n- text: Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n  start_ms: 212990\n  end_ms: 216120\n- text: Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n  start_ms: 216120\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: '[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 245080\n- text: Killea.\n  start_ms: 245080\n  end_ms: 246350\n- text: Rapper gone bad.\n  start_ms: 246350\n  end_ms: 250430\n- text: Smoking them big gads.\n  start_ms: 250430\n  end_ms: 252830\n- text: Uh.\n  start_ms: 252830\n  end_ms: 254080\n- text: Keep it bouncing.\n  start_ms: 254080\n  end_ms: 257760\n- text: I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n  start_ms: 257760\n  end_ms: 260950\n- text: Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 260950\n  end_ms: 264670\n- text: Mac Dre boy.\n  start_ms: 264670\n  end_ms: 270920\n- text: '[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn''t know and Mac Dre.'\n  start_ms: 270920\n  end_ms: 273810\n- text: Playa playa!\n  start_ms: 273810\n  end_ms: 275510\n- text: And that broke you. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 275510\n  end_ms: 284840\n- text: My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  start_ms: 284840\n  end_ms: 286260\n- text: Out that fillin'.\n  start_ms: 286260\n  end_ms: 289120\n- text: That new millennium shit.\n  start_ms: 289120\n  end_ms: 292420\n- text: Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 292420\n  end_ms: 295430\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 295430\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 303670\n- text: They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  start_ms: 303670\n  end_ms: 307220\n- text: I'm back boy.\n  start_ms: 307220\n  end_ms: 309640\n- text: Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  start_ms: 309640\n  end_ms: 312230\n- text: All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n  start_ms: 312230\n  end_ms: 318480\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 318480\nplain: |-\n  [Mac Dre Talking]\n  Where am I?\n  I smell fire.\n  Who got that fire? Fire.\n  I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I need fire, who got fire?\n  Real pimp.\n  Yo nigga.\n  It's yo nigga.\n  Roll something up.\n  Smokin'.\n  Roll something up.\n  Lets get to flowin'.\n  (Go herd).\n\n  [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\n  I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n  Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n  Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n  Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n  They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n  They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n  When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n  I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n  I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n  Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n  Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n  Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n  I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n  Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n  It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n  Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n  [Verse 2: Young leech]\n  Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n  Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n  Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n  Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n  Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n  But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n  Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n  In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n  Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n  Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n  I just want to lean.\n  Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n  Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n  With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n  Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\n  I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n  Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n  Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n  How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n  See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n  The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n  Got game for fools,\n  'Cause I hang with fools,\n  That got game to use,\n  And maintain the roles.\n  Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n  Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n  Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n  Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n  [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\n  Killea.\n  Rapper gone bad.\n  Smoking them big gads.\n  Uh.\n  Keep it bouncing.\n  I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n  Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n  Mac Dre boy.\n  [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n  Playa playa!\n  And that broke you. Yeah.\n  My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  Out that fillin'.\n  That new millennium shit.\n  Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  I'm back boy.\n  Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n"},{"id":27183949,"name":"Fire","trackName":"Fire","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"Tha Best Of Mac Dre Disc2","duration":336.253458,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Mac Dre Talking]\nWhere am I?\nI smell fire.\nWho got that fire? Fire.\nI don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\nI don't like that shit.\nI don't like that shit.\nI need fire, who got fire?\nReal pimp.\nYo nigga.\nIt's yo nigga.\nRoll something up.\nSmokin'.\nRoll something up.\nLets get to flowin'.\n(Go herd).\n\n[Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\nI'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\nHit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\nFeeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\nKind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\nThey hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\nThey hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\nWhen I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\nI'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\nI'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\nEvery tape I make baby learns the words.\nYoung Mac Dre, got to give to get.\nHate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\nI'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\nNeed it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\nIt's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\nTone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n[Chorus]\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n[Verse 2: Young leech]\nEvery day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\nAre likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\nThem pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\nSpinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\nThem bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\nBut I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\nBlow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\nIn my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\nWalking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\nMe and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\nI just want to lean.\nWhy I don't chugalug this 40.\nThen jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\nWith the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\nSmoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\nI need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\nWhen I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\nWhat the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\nWe can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\nIs you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\nLace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\nTrying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\nHow can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\nSee them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\nThe public got it twisted and we blame the news.\nGot game for fools,\n'Cause I hang with fools,\nThat got game to use,\nAnd maintain the roles.\nKeep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\nBe a real hog when you bless the mic.\nSmoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\nYoung Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\nKillea.\nRapper gone bad.\nSmoking them big gads.\nUh.\nKeep it bouncing.\nI told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\nFeel it bitch. Yeah.\nMac Dre boy.\n[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\nPlaya playa!\nAnd that broke you. Yeah.\nMy nigga Snipes off in the building.\nOut that fillin'.\nThat new millennium shit.\nTone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this. Uh.\nI'm back boy.\nClear the lane I'm going to the hole.\nAll in your bootie hoe. Groupie.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] [Mac Dre Talking]\n[00:01.73] Where am I?\n[00:03.41] I smell fire.\n[00:05.31] Who got that fire? Fire.\n[00:11.48] I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n[00:14.30] I don't like that shit.\n[00:16.05] I don't like that shit.\n[00:18.06] I need fire, who got fire?\n[00:20.36] Real pimp.\n[00:22.75] Yo nigga.\n[00:25.88] It's yo nigga.\n[00:28.62] Roll something up.\n[00:31.62] Smokin'.\n[00:33.43] Roll something up.\n[00:36.89] Lets get to flowin'.\n[00:41.73] (Go herd).\n[00:43.40] [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n[00:44.02] I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n[00:46.33] Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n[00:49.08] Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n[00:51.97] Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n[00:55.15] They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n[00:57.59] They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n[01:00.23] When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n[01:02.87] I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n[01:05.56] I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n[01:08.36] Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n[01:11.04] Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n[01:13.75] Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n[01:16.44] I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n[01:19.20] Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n[01:21.96] It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n[01:24.87] Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n[01:27.31] [Chorus]\n[01:27.98] Fire.\n[01:30.15] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:33.21] Fire.\n[01:35.63] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:38.61] Fire.\n[01:40.67] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:44.29] Fire.\n[01:46.29] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:49.29] [Verse 2: Young leech]\n[01:49.52] Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n[01:53.13] Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n[01:55.08] Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n[01:57.75] Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n[02:00.54] Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n[02:03.10] But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n[02:05.89] Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n[02:08.42] In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n[02:11.78] Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n[02:14.66] Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n[02:16.72] I just want to lean.\n[02:17.91] Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n[02:19.42] Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n[02:22.19] With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n[02:25.77] Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n[02:28.25] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[02:33.64] [Chorus]\n[02:43.31] [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n[02:55.35] I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n[02:57.70] When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n[03:00.58] What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n[03:03.26] We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n[03:05.98] Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n[03:08.54] Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n[03:11.38] Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n[03:14.12] How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n[03:16.95] See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n[03:19.66] The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n[03:22.21] Got game for fools,\n[03:23.75] 'Cause I hang with fools,\n[03:25.05] That got game to use,\n[03:26.43] And maintain the roles.\n[03:27.78] Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n[03:30.34] Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n[03:32.99] Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n[03:36.12] Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n[03:39.14] [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n[04:05.08] Killea.\n[04:06.35] Rapper gone bad.\n[04:10.43] Smoking them big gads.\n[04:12.83] Uh.\n[04:14.08] Keep it bouncing.\n[04:17.76] I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n[04:20.95] Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n[04:24.67] Mac Dre boy.\n[04:30.92] [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n[04:33.81] Playa playa!\n[04:35.51] And that broke you. Yeah.\n[04:44.84] My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n[04:46.26] Out that fillin'.\n[04:49.12] That new millennium shit.\n[04:52.42] Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n[04:55.43] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:00.91] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:03.67] They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n[05:07.22] I'm back boy.\n[05:09.64] Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n[05:12.23] All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n[05:18.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fire\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: Tha Best Of Mac Dre Disc2\n  duration_ms: 336253\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Mac Dre Talking]'\n  start_ms: 900\n  end_ms: 1730\n- text: Where am I?\n  start_ms: 1730\n  end_ms: 3410\n- text: I smell fire.\n  start_ms: 3410\n  end_ms: 5310\n- text: Who got that fire? 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Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 90150\n  end_ms: 93210\n- text: Fire.\n  start_ms: 93210\n  end_ms: 95630\n- text: Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  start_ms: 95630\n  end_ms: 98610\n- text: Fire.\n  start_ms: 98610\n  end_ms: 100670\n- text: Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 100670\n  end_ms: 104290\n- text: Fire.\n  start_ms: 104290\n  end_ms: 106290\n- text: Cheech and Chong on a spree. 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Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 148250\n  end_ms: 153640\n- text: '[Chorus]'\n  start_ms: 153640\n  end_ms: 163310\n- text: '[Verse 3: Mac Dre]'\n  start_ms: 163310\n  end_ms: 175350\n- text: I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  start_ms: 175350\n  end_ms: 177700\n- text: When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  start_ms: 177700\n  end_ms: 180580\n- text: What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  start_ms: 180580\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 185980\n- text: Is you silly? 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Yeah.\n  start_ms: 260950\n  end_ms: 264670\n- text: Mac Dre boy.\n  start_ms: 264670\n  end_ms: 270920\n- text: '[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn''t know and Mac Dre.'\n  start_ms: 270920\n  end_ms: 273810\n- text: Playa playa!\n  start_ms: 273810\n  end_ms: 275510\n- text: And that broke you. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 275510\n  end_ms: 284840\n- text: My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  start_ms: 284840\n  end_ms: 286260\n- text: Out that fillin'.\n  start_ms: 286260\n  end_ms: 289120\n- text: That new millennium shit.\n  start_ms: 289120\n  end_ms: 292420\n- text: Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 292420\n  end_ms: 295430\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 295430\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 303670\n- text: They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  start_ms: 303670\n  end_ms: 307220\n- text: I'm back boy.\n  start_ms: 307220\n  end_ms: 309640\n- text: Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  start_ms: 309640\n  end_ms: 312230\n- text: All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n  start_ms: 312230\n  end_ms: 318480\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 318480\nplain: |-\n  [Mac Dre Talking]\n  Where am I?\n  I smell fire.\n  Who got that fire? Fire.\n  I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I need fire, who got fire?\n  Real pimp.\n  Yo nigga.\n  It's yo nigga.\n  Roll something up.\n  Smokin'.\n  Roll something up.\n  Lets get to flowin'.\n  (Go herd).\n\n  [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\n  I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n  Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n  Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n  Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n  They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n  They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n  When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n  I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n  I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n  Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n  Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n  Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n  I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n  Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n  It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n  Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n  [Verse 2: Young leech]\n  Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n  Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n  Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n  Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n  Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n  But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n  Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n  In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n  Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n  Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n  I just want to lean.\n  Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n  Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n  With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n  Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\n  I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n  Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n  Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n  How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n  See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n  The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n  Got game for fools,\n  'Cause I hang with fools,\n  That got game to use,\n  And maintain the roles.\n  Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n  Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n  Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n  Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n  [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\n  Killea.\n  Rapper gone bad.\n  Smoking them big gads.\n  Uh.\n  Keep it bouncing.\n  I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n  Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n  Mac Dre boy.\n  [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n  Playa playa!\n  And that broke you. Yeah.\n  My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  Out that fillin'.\n  That new millennium shit.\n  Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  I'm back boy.\n  Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n"},{"id":15585502,"name":"Fire","trackName":"Fire","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"Tha Best Of Mac Dre Disc 2","duration":336.378776,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Mac Dre Talking]\nWhere am I?\nI smell fire.\nWho got that fire? Fire.\nI don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\nI don't like that shit.\nI don't like that shit.\nI need fire, who got fire?\nReal pimp.\nYo nigga.\nIt's yo nigga.\nRoll something up.\nSmokin'.\nRoll something up.\nLets get to flowin'.\n(Go herd).\n\n[Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\nI'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\nHit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\nFeeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\nKind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\nThey hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\nThey hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\nWhen I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\nI'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\nI'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\nEvery tape I make baby learns the words.\nYoung Mac Dre, got to give to get.\nHate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\nI'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\nNeed it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\nIt's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\nTone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n[Chorus]\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n[Verse 2: Young leech]\nEvery day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\nAre likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\nThem pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\nSpinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\nThem bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\nBut I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\nBlow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\nIn my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\nWalking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\nMe and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\nI just want to lean.\nWhy I don't chugalug this 40.\nThen jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\nWith the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\nSmoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\nI need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\nWhen I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\nWhat the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\nWe can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\nIs you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\nLace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\nTrying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\nHow can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\nSee them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\nThe public got it twisted and we blame the news.\nGot game for fools,\n'Cause I hang with fools,\nThat got game to use,\nAnd maintain the roles.\nKeep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\nBe a real hog when you bless the mic.\nSmoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\nYoung Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\nKillea.\nRapper gone bad.\nSmoking them big gads.\nUh.\nKeep it bouncing.\nI told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\nFeel it bitch. Yeah.\nMac Dre boy.\n[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\nPlaya playa!\nAnd that broke you. Yeah.\nMy nigga Snipes off in the building.\nOut that fillin'.\nThat new millennium shit.\nTone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this. Uh.\nI'm back boy.\nClear the lane I'm going to the hole.\nAll in your bootie hoe. Groupie.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] [Mac Dre Talking]\n[00:01.73] Where am I?\n[00:03.41] I smell fire.\n[00:05.31] Who got that fire? Fire.\n[00:11.48] I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n[00:14.30] I don't like that shit.\n[00:16.05] I don't like that shit.\n[00:18.06] I need fire, who got fire?\n[00:20.36] Real pimp.\n[00:22.75] Yo nigga.\n[00:25.88] It's yo nigga.\n[00:28.62] Roll something up.\n[00:31.62] Smokin'.\n[00:33.43] Roll something up.\n[00:36.89] Lets get to flowin'.\n[00:41.73] (Go herd).\n[00:43.40] [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n[00:44.02] I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n[00:46.33] Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n[00:49.08] Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n[00:51.97] Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n[00:55.15] They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n[00:57.59] They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n[01:00.23] When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n[01:02.87] I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n[01:05.56] I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n[01:08.36] Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n[01:11.04] Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n[01:13.75] Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n[01:16.44] I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n[01:19.20] Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n[01:21.96] It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n[01:24.87] Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n[01:27.31] [Chorus]\n[01:27.98] Fire.\n[01:30.15] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:33.21] Fire.\n[01:35.63] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:38.61] Fire.\n[01:40.67] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:44.29] Fire.\n[01:46.29] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:49.29] [Verse 2: Young leech]\n[01:49.52] Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n[01:53.13] Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n[01:55.08] Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n[01:57.75] Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n[02:00.54] Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n[02:03.10] But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n[02:05.89] Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n[02:08.42] In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n[02:11.78] Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n[02:14.66] Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n[02:16.72] I just want to lean.\n[02:17.91] Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n[02:19.42] Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n[02:22.19] With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n[02:25.77] Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n[02:28.25] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[02:33.64] [Chorus]\n[02:43.31] [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n[02:55.35] I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n[02:57.70] When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n[03:00.58] What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n[03:03.26] We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n[03:05.98] Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n[03:08.54] Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n[03:11.38] Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n[03:14.12] How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n[03:16.95] See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n[03:19.66] The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n[03:22.21] Got game for fools,\n[03:23.75] 'Cause I hang with fools,\n[03:25.05] That got game to use,\n[03:26.43] And maintain the roles.\n[03:27.78] Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n[03:30.34] Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n[03:32.99] Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n[03:36.12] Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n[03:39.14] [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n[04:05.08] Killea.\n[04:06.35] Rapper gone bad.\n[04:10.43] Smoking them big gads.\n[04:12.83] Uh.\n[04:14.08] Keep it bouncing.\n[04:17.76] I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n[04:20.95] Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n[04:24.67] Mac Dre boy.\n[04:30.92] [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n[04:33.81] Playa playa!\n[04:35.51] And that broke you. Yeah.\n[04:44.84] My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n[04:46.26] Out that fillin'.\n[04:49.12] That new millennium shit.\n[04:52.42] Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n[04:55.43] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:00.91] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:03.67] They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n[05:07.22] I'm back boy.\n[05:09.64] Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n[05:12.23] All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n[05:18.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fire\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: Tha Best Of Mac Dre Disc 2\n  duration_ms: 336379\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Mac Dre Talking]'\n  start_ms: 900\n  end_ms: 1730\n- text: Where am I?\n  start_ms: 1730\n  end_ms: 3410\n- text: I smell fire.\n  start_ms: 3410\n  end_ms: 5310\n- text: Who got that fire? 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Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 148250\n  end_ms: 153640\n- text: '[Chorus]'\n  start_ms: 153640\n  end_ms: 163310\n- text: '[Verse 3: Mac Dre]'\n  start_ms: 163310\n  end_ms: 175350\n- text: I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  start_ms: 175350\n  end_ms: 177700\n- text: When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  start_ms: 177700\n  end_ms: 180580\n- text: What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  start_ms: 180580\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 185980\n- text: Is you silly? 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Yeah.\n  start_ms: 260950\n  end_ms: 264670\n- text: Mac Dre boy.\n  start_ms: 264670\n  end_ms: 270920\n- text: '[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn''t know and Mac Dre.'\n  start_ms: 270920\n  end_ms: 273810\n- text: Playa playa!\n  start_ms: 273810\n  end_ms: 275510\n- text: And that broke you. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 275510\n  end_ms: 284840\n- text: My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  start_ms: 284840\n  end_ms: 286260\n- text: Out that fillin'.\n  start_ms: 286260\n  end_ms: 289120\n- text: That new millennium shit.\n  start_ms: 289120\n  end_ms: 292420\n- text: Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 292420\n  end_ms: 295430\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 295430\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 303670\n- text: They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  start_ms: 303670\n  end_ms: 307220\n- text: I'm back boy.\n  start_ms: 307220\n  end_ms: 309640\n- text: Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  start_ms: 309640\n  end_ms: 312230\n- text: All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n  start_ms: 312230\n  end_ms: 318480\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 318480\nplain: |-\n  [Mac Dre Talking]\n  Where am I?\n  I smell fire.\n  Who got that fire? Fire.\n  I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I need fire, who got fire?\n  Real pimp.\n  Yo nigga.\n  It's yo nigga.\n  Roll something up.\n  Smokin'.\n  Roll something up.\n  Lets get to flowin'.\n  (Go herd).\n\n  [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\n  I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n  Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n  Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n  Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n  They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n  They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n  When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n  I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n  I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n  Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n  Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n  Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n  I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n  Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n  It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n  Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n  [Verse 2: Young leech]\n  Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n  Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n  Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n  Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n  Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n  But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n  Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n  In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n  Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n  Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n  I just want to lean.\n  Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n  Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n  With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n  Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\n  I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n  Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n  Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n  How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n  See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n  The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n  Got game for fools,\n  'Cause I hang with fools,\n  That got game to use,\n  And maintain the roles.\n  Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n  Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n  Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n  Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n  [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\n  Killea.\n  Rapper gone bad.\n  Smoking them big gads.\n  Uh.\n  Keep it bouncing.\n  I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n  Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n  Mac Dre boy.\n  [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n  Playa playa!\n  And that broke you. Yeah.\n  My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  Out that fillin'.\n  That new millennium shit.\n  Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  I'm back boy.\n  Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n"},{"id":23447547,"name":"Fire","trackName":"Fire","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"Tha Best Of Mac Dre Volume 1","duration":336.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Mac Dre Talking]\nWhere am I?\nI smell fire.\nWho got that fire? Fire.\nI don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\nI don't like that shit.\nI don't like that shit.\nI need fire, who got fire?\nReal pimp.\nYo nigga.\nIt's yo nigga.\nRoll something up.\nSmokin'.\nRoll something up.\nLets get to flowin'.\n(Go herd).\n[Verse 1: Mac Dre]\nI'm at the licker store gettin? more blunts for the skunk.\nHit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\nFeeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz ?em.\nKind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\nThey hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\nThey hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\nWhen I'm (side ?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\nI'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\nI'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\nEvery tape I make baby learns the words.\nYoung Mac Dre, got to give to get.\nHate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\nI'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\nNeed it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\nIt's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\nTone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n[Chorus]\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[Verse 2: Young leech]\nEvery day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\nAre likely to see niggaz ain't likin' me.\nThem pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\nSpinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\nThem bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\nBut I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\nBlow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\nIn my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\nWalking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\nMe and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\nI just want to lean.\nWhy I don't chugalug this 40.\nThen jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\nWith the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\nSmoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin? it big like a playa playa.\n[Chorus]\n[Verse 3: Mac Dre]\nI need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\nWhen I ain't got it, I'm moody and cranky.\nWhat the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\nWe can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\nIs you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\nLace no dank when you're blowin? with Dre.\nTrying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\nHow can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\nSee them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\nThe public got it twisted and we blame the news.\nGot game for fools,\n'Cause I hang with fools,\nThat got game to use,\nAnd maintain the roles.\nKeep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\nBe a real hog when you bless the mic.\nSmoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\nYoung Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n[Repeat Chorus]\n[Mac Dre talking over Chorus]\nKillea.\nRapper gone bad.\nSmoking them big gads.\nUh.\nKeep it bouncing.\nI told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\nFeel it bitch. Yeah.\nMac Dre boy.\n[Young Learch]\nWicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\nPlaya playa!\nAnd that broke you. Yeah.\nMy nigga Snipes off in the building.\nOut that fillin'.\nThat new millennium shit.\nTone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this. Uh.\nI'm back boy.\nClear the lane I'm going to the hole.\nAll in your bootie hoe. Groupie.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fire\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: Tha Best Of Mac Dre Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 336000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Mac Dre Talking]\n  Where am I?\n  I smell fire.\n  Who got that fire? Fire.\n  I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I need fire, who got fire?\n  Real pimp.\n  Yo nigga.\n  It's yo nigga.\n  Roll something up.\n  Smokin'.\n  Roll something up.\n  Lets get to flowin'.\n  (Go herd).\n  [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n  I'm at the licker store gettin? more blunts for the skunk.\n  Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n  Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz ?em.\n  Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n  They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n  They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n  When I'm (side ?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n  I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n  I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n  Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n  Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n  Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n  I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n  Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n  It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n  Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n  [Chorus]\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  [Verse 2: Young leech]\n  Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n  Are likely to see niggaz ain't likin' me.\n  Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n  Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n  Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n  But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n  Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n  In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n  Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n  Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n  I just want to lean.\n  Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n  Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n  With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n  Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin? it big like a playa playa.\n  [Chorus]\n  [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n  I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  When I ain't got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n  Lace no dank when you're blowin? with Dre.\n  Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n  How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n  See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n  The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n  Got game for fools,\n  'Cause I hang with fools,\n  That got game to use,\n  And maintain the roles.\n  Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n  Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n  Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n  Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n  [Repeat Chorus]\n  [Mac Dre talking over Chorus]\n  Killea.\n  Rapper gone bad.\n  Smoking them big gads.\n  Uh.\n  Keep it bouncing.\n  I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n  Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n  Mac Dre boy.\n  [Young Learch]\n  Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n  Playa playa!\n  And that broke you. Yeah.\n  My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  Out that fillin'.\n  That new millennium shit.\n  Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  I'm back boy.\n  Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n"},{"id":9369121,"name":"Fire (Remix) [feat. Mac Dre]","trackName":"Fire (Remix) [feat. Mac Dre]","artistName":"Mac Mall","albumName":"Mac to the Future","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh, misty eye of the mountain below\nKeep careful watch of my brothers' souls\nAnd should the sky be filled with fire and smoke\nKeep watching over Durin's sons\n\nIf this is to end in fire\nThen we should all burn together\nWatch the flames climb high into the night\n\nCalling out father oh\nStand by and we will\nWatch the flames burn auburn on\nThe mountain side\n\nAnd if we should die tonight\nThen we should all die together\nRaise a glass of wine for the last time\n\nCalling out father oh\nPrepare as we will\nWatch the flames burn auburn on\nThe mountain side\nDesolation comes upon the sky\n\nNow I see fire\nInside the mountain\nI see fire\nBurning the trees\nAnd I see fire\nHollowing souls\nI see fire\nBlood in the breeze\nAnd I hope that you remember me\n\nOh, should my people fall\nThen surely I'll do the same\nConfined in mountain halls\nWe got too close to the flame\n\nCalling out father oh\nHold fast and we will\nWatch the flames burn auburn on\nThe mountain side\nDesolation comes upon the sky\n\nNow I see fire\nInside the mountain\nI see fire\nBurning the trees\nI see fire\nHollowing souls\nI see fire\nBlood in the breeze\nAnd I hope that you remember me\n\nAnd if the night is burning\nI will cover my eyes\nFor if the dark returns\nThen my brothers will die\nAnd as the sky is falling down\nIt crashed into this lonely town\nAnd with that shadow upon the ground\nI hear my people screaming out\n\nNow I see fire\nInside the mountains\nI see fire\nBurning the trees\nI see fire\nHollowing souls\nI see fire\nBlood in the breeze\n\nI see fire (oh you know I saw a city burning out) (fire)\nAnd I see fire (feel the heat upon my skin, yeah) (fire)\nAnd I see fire (uh-uh-uh-uh) (fire)\nAnd I see fire burn auburn on the mountain side","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fire (Remix) [feat. Mac Dre]\n  artist: Mac Mall\n  album: Mac to the Future\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Oh, misty eye of the mountain below\n  Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls\n  And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke\n  Keep watching over Durin's sons\n\n  If this is to end in fire\n  Then we should all burn together\n  Watch the flames climb high into the night\n\n  Calling out father oh\n  Stand by and we will\n  Watch the flames burn auburn on\n  The mountain side\n\n  And if we should die tonight\n  Then we should all die together\n  Raise a glass of wine for the last time\n\n  Calling out father oh\n  Prepare as we will\n  Watch the flames burn auburn on\n  The mountain side\n  Desolation comes upon the sky\n\n  Now I see fire\n  Inside the mountain\n  I see fire\n  Burning the trees\n  And I see fire\n  Hollowing souls\n  I see fire\n  Blood in the breeze\n  And I hope that you remember me\n\n  Oh, should my people fall\n  Then surely I'll do the same\n  Confined in mountain halls\n  We got too close to the flame\n\n  Calling out father oh\n  Hold fast and we will\n  Watch the flames burn auburn on\n  The mountain side\n  Desolation comes upon the sky\n\n  Now I see fire\n  Inside the mountain\n  I see fire\n  Burning the trees\n  I see fire\n  Hollowing souls\n  I see fire\n  Blood in the breeze\n  And I hope that you remember me\n\n  And if the night is burning\n  I will cover my eyes\n  For if the dark returns\n  Then my brothers will die\n  And as the sky is falling down\n  It crashed into this lonely town\n  And with that shadow upon the ground\n  I hear my people screaming out\n\n  Now I see fire\n  Inside the mountains\n  I see fire\n  Burning the trees\n  I see fire\n  Hollowing souls\n  I see fire\n  Blood in the breeze\n\n  I see fire (oh you know I saw a city burning out) (fire)\n  And I see fire (feel the heat upon my skin, yeah) (fire)\n  And I see fire (uh-uh-uh-uh) (fire)\n  And I see fire burn auburn on the mountain side\n"},{"id":8129188,"name":"Fire","trackName":"Fire","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"The Appearances","duration":336.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Mac Dre Talking]\nWhere am I?\nI smell fire.\nWho got that fire? Fire.\nI don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\nI don't like that shit.\nI don't like that shit.\nI need fire, who got fire?\nReal pimp.\nYo nigga.\nIt's yo nigga.\nRoll something up.\nSmokin'.\nRoll something up.\nLets get to flowin'.\n(Go herd).\n\n[Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\nI'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\nHit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\nFeeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\nKind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\nThey hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\nThey hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\nWhen I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\nI'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\nI'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\nEvery tape I make baby learns the words.\nYoung Mac Dre, got to give to get.\nHate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\nI'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\nNeed it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\nIt's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\nTone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n[Chorus]\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n[Verse 2: Young leech]\nEvery day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\nAre likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\nThem pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\nSpinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\nThem bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\nBut I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\nBlow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\nIn my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\nWalking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\nMe and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\nI just want to lean.\nWhy I don't chugalug this 40.\nThen jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\nWith the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\nSmoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\nI need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\nWhen I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\nWhat the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\nWe can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\nIs you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\nLace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\nTrying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\nHow can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\nSee them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\nThe public got it twisted and we blame the news.\nGot game for fools,\n'Cause I hang with fools,\nThat got game to use,\nAnd maintain the roles.\nKeep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\nBe a real hog when you bless the mic.\nSmoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\nYoung Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\nKillea.\nRapper gone bad.\nSmoking them big gads.\nUh.\nKeep it bouncing.\nI told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\nFeel it bitch. Yeah.\nMac Dre boy.\n[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\nPlaya playa!\nAnd that broke you. Yeah.\nMy nigga Snipes off in the building.\nOut that fillin'.\nThat new millennium shit.\nTone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this. Uh.\nI'm back boy.\nClear the lane I'm going to the hole.\nAll in your bootie hoe. Groupie.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] [Mac Dre Talking]\n[00:01.73] Where am I?\n[00:03.41] I smell fire.\n[00:05.31] Who got that fire? Fire.\n[00:11.48] I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n[00:14.30] I don't like that shit.\n[00:16.05] I don't like that shit.\n[00:18.06] I need fire, who got fire?\n[00:20.36] Real pimp.\n[00:22.75] Yo nigga.\n[00:25.88] It's yo nigga.\n[00:28.62] Roll something up.\n[00:31.62] Smokin'.\n[00:33.43] Roll something up.\n[00:36.89] Lets get to flowin'.\n[00:41.73] (Go herd).\n[00:43.40] [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n[00:44.02] I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n[00:46.33] Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n[00:49.08] Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n[00:51.97] Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n[00:55.15] They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n[00:57.59] They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n[01:00.23] When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n[01:02.87] I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n[01:05.56] I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n[01:08.36] Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n[01:11.04] Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n[01:13.75] Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n[01:16.44] I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n[01:19.20] Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n[01:21.96] It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n[01:24.87] Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n[01:27.31] [Chorus]\n[01:27.98] Fire.\n[01:30.15] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:33.21] Fire.\n[01:35.63] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:38.61] Fire.\n[01:40.67] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:44.29] Fire.\n[01:46.29] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:49.29] [Verse 2: Young leech]\n[01:49.52] Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n[01:53.13] Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n[01:55.08] Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n[01:57.75] Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n[02:00.54] Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n[02:03.10] But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n[02:05.89] Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n[02:08.42] In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n[02:11.78] Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n[02:14.66] Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n[02:16.72] I just want to lean.\n[02:17.91] Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n[02:19.42] Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n[02:22.19] With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n[02:25.77] Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n[02:28.25] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[02:33.64] [Chorus]\n[02:43.31] [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n[02:55.35] I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n[02:57.70] When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n[03:00.58] What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n[03:03.26] We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n[03:05.98] Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n[03:08.54] Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n[03:11.38] Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n[03:14.12] How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n[03:16.95] See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n[03:19.66] The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n[03:22.21] Got game for fools,\n[03:23.75] 'Cause I hang with fools,\n[03:25.05] That got game to use,\n[03:26.43] And maintain the roles.\n[03:27.78] Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n[03:30.34] Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n[03:32.99] Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n[03:36.12] Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n[03:39.14] [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n[04:05.08] Killea.\n[04:06.35] Rapper gone bad.\n[04:10.43] Smoking them big gads.\n[04:12.83] Uh.\n[04:14.08] Keep it bouncing.\n[04:17.76] I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n[04:20.95] Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n[04:24.67] Mac Dre boy.\n[04:30.92] [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n[04:33.81] Playa playa!\n[04:35.51] And that broke you. Yeah.\n[04:44.84] My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n[04:46.26] Out that fillin'.\n[04:49.12] That new millennium shit.\n[04:52.42] Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n[04:55.43] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:00.91] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:03.67] They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n[05:07.22] I'm back boy.\n[05:09.64] Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n[05:12.23] All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n[05:18.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fire\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: The Appearances\n  duration_ms: 336000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Mac Dre Talking]'\n  start_ms: 900\n  end_ms: 1730\n- text: Where am I?\n  start_ms: 1730\n  end_ms: 3410\n- text: I smell fire.\n  start_ms: 3410\n  end_ms: 5310\n- text: Who got that fire? Fire.\n  start_ms: 5310\n  end_ms: 11480\n- text: I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n  start_ms: 11480\n  end_ms: 14300\n- text: I don't like that shit.\n  start_ms: 14300\n  end_ms: 16050\n- text: I don't like that shit.\n  start_ms: 16050\n  end_ms: 18060\n- text: I need fire, who got fire?\n  start_ms: 18060\n  end_ms: 20360\n- text: Real pimp.\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 22750\n- text: Yo nigga.\n  start_ms: 22750\n  end_ms: 25880\n- text: It's yo nigga.\n  start_ms: 25880\n  end_ms: 28620\n- text: Roll something up.\n  start_ms: 28620\n  end_ms: 31620\n- text: Smokin'.\n  start_ms: 31620\n  end_ms: 33430\n- text: Roll something up.\n  start_ms: 33430\n  end_ms: 36890\n- text: Lets get to flowin'.\n  start_ms: 36890\n  end_ms: 41730\n- text: (Go herd).\n  start_ms: 41730\n  end_ms: 43400\n- text: '[Verse 1: Mac Dre]'\n  start_ms: 43400\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 46330\n- text: Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n  start_ms: 46330\n  end_ms: 49080\n- text: Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n  start_ms: 49080\n  end_ms: 51970\n- text: Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n  start_ms: 51970\n  end_ms: 55150\n- text: They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n  start_ms: 55150\n  end_ms: 57590\n- text: They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n  start_ms: 57590\n  end_ms: 60230\n- text: When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n  start_ms: 60230\n  end_ms: 62870\n- text: I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n  start_ms: 62870\n  end_ms: 65560\n- text: I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n  start_ms: 65560\n  end_ms: 68360\n- text: Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n  start_ms: 68360\n  end_ms: 71040\n- text: Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n  start_ms: 71040\n  end_ms: 73750\n- text: Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n  start_ms: 73750\n  end_ms: 76440\n- text: I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n  start_ms: 76440\n  end_ms: 79200\n- text: Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n  start_ms: 79200\n  end_ms: 81960\n- text: It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n  start_ms: 81960\n  end_ms: 84870\n- text: Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n  start_ms: 84870\n  end_ms: 87310\n- text: '[Chorus]'\n  start_ms: 87310\n  end_ms: 87980\n- text: Fire.\n  start_ms: 87980\n  end_ms: 90150\n- text: Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 90150\n  end_ms: 93210\n- text: Fire.\n  start_ms: 93210\n  end_ms: 95630\n- text: Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  start_ms: 95630\n  end_ms: 98610\n- text: Fire.\n  start_ms: 98610\n  end_ms: 100670\n- text: Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 100670\n  end_ms: 104290\n- text: Fire.\n  start_ms: 104290\n  end_ms: 106290\n- text: Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  start_ms: 106290\n  end_ms: 109290\n- text: '[Verse 2: Young leech]'\n  start_ms: 109290\n  end_ms: 109520\n- text: Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n  start_ms: 109520\n  end_ms: 113130\n- text: Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n  start_ms: 113130\n  end_ms: 115080\n- text: Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n  start_ms: 115080\n  end_ms: 117750\n- text: Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n  start_ms: 117750\n  end_ms: 120540\n- text: Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n  start_ms: 120540\n  end_ms: 123100\n- text: But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n  start_ms: 123100\n  end_ms: 125890\n- text: Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n  start_ms: 125890\n  end_ms: 128420\n- text: In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n  start_ms: 128420\n  end_ms: 131780\n- text: Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n  start_ms: 131780\n  end_ms: 134660\n- text: Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n  start_ms: 134660\n  end_ms: 136720\n- text: I just want to lean.\n  start_ms: 136720\n  end_ms: 137910\n- text: Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n  start_ms: 137910\n  end_ms: 139420\n- text: Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n  start_ms: 139420\n  end_ms: 142190\n- text: With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n  start_ms: 142190\n  end_ms: 145770\n- text: Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n  start_ms: 145770\n  end_ms: 148250\n- text: Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 148250\n  end_ms: 153640\n- text: '[Chorus]'\n  start_ms: 153640\n  end_ms: 163310\n- text: '[Verse 3: Mac Dre]'\n  start_ms: 163310\n  end_ms: 175350\n- text: I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  start_ms: 175350\n  end_ms: 177700\n- text: When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  start_ms: 177700\n  end_ms: 180580\n- text: What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  start_ms: 180580\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 185980\n- text: Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n  start_ms: 185980\n  end_ms: 188540\n- text: Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n  start_ms: 188540\n  end_ms: 191380\n- text: Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n  start_ms: 191380\n  end_ms: 194120\n- text: How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n  start_ms: 194120\n  end_ms: 196950\n- text: See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n  start_ms: 196950\n  end_ms: 199660\n- text: The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n  start_ms: 199660\n  end_ms: 202210\n- text: Got game for fools,\n  start_ms: 202210\n  end_ms: 203750\n- text: '''Cause I hang with fools,'\n  start_ms: 203750\n  end_ms: 205050\n- text: That got game to use,\n  start_ms: 205050\n  end_ms: 206430\n- text: And maintain the roles.\n  start_ms: 206430\n  end_ms: 207780\n- text: Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n  start_ms: 207780\n  end_ms: 210340\n- text: Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n  start_ms: 210340\n  end_ms: 212990\n- text: Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n  start_ms: 212990\n  end_ms: 216120\n- text: Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n  start_ms: 216120\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: '[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 245080\n- text: Killea.\n  start_ms: 245080\n  end_ms: 246350\n- text: Rapper gone bad.\n  start_ms: 246350\n  end_ms: 250430\n- text: Smoking them big gads.\n  start_ms: 250430\n  end_ms: 252830\n- text: Uh.\n  start_ms: 252830\n  end_ms: 254080\n- text: Keep it bouncing.\n  start_ms: 254080\n  end_ms: 257760\n- text: I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n  start_ms: 257760\n  end_ms: 260950\n- text: Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 260950\n  end_ms: 264670\n- text: Mac Dre boy.\n  start_ms: 264670\n  end_ms: 270920\n- text: '[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn''t know and Mac Dre.'\n  start_ms: 270920\n  end_ms: 273810\n- text: Playa playa!\n  start_ms: 273810\n  end_ms: 275510\n- text: And that broke you. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 275510\n  end_ms: 284840\n- text: My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  start_ms: 284840\n  end_ms: 286260\n- text: Out that fillin'.\n  start_ms: 286260\n  end_ms: 289120\n- text: That new millennium shit.\n  start_ms: 289120\n  end_ms: 292420\n- text: Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 292420\n  end_ms: 295430\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 295430\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 303670\n- text: They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  start_ms: 303670\n  end_ms: 307220\n- text: I'm back boy.\n  start_ms: 307220\n  end_ms: 309640\n- text: Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  start_ms: 309640\n  end_ms: 312230\n- text: All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n  start_ms: 312230\n  end_ms: 318480\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 318480\nplain: |-\n  [Mac Dre Talking]\n  Where am I?\n  I smell fire.\n  Who got that fire? Fire.\n  I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I need fire, who got fire?\n  Real pimp.\n  Yo nigga.\n  It's yo nigga.\n  Roll something up.\n  Smokin'.\n  Roll something up.\n  Lets get to flowin'.\n  (Go herd).\n\n  [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\n  I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n  Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n  Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n  Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n  They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n  They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n  When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n  I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n  I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n  Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n  Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n  Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n  I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n  Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n  It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n  Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n  [Verse 2: Young leech]\n  Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n  Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n  Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n  Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n  Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n  But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n  Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n  In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n  Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n  Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n  I just want to lean.\n  Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n  Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n  With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n  Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\n  I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n  Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n  Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n  How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n  See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n  The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n  Got game for fools,\n  'Cause I hang with fools,\n  That got game to use,\n  And maintain the roles.\n  Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n  Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n  Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n  Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n  [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\n  Killea.\n  Rapper gone bad.\n  Smoking them big gads.\n  Uh.\n  Keep it bouncing.\n  I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n  Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n  Mac Dre boy.\n  [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n  Playa playa!\n  And that broke you. Yeah.\n  My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  Out that fillin'.\n  That new millennium shit.\n  Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  I'm back boy.\n  Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n"},{"id":8129189,"name":"Fire","trackName":"Fire","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"Rapper Gone Bad","duration":336.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Mac Dre Talking]\nWhere am I?\nI smell fire.\nWho got that fire? Fire.\nI don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\nI don't like that shit.\nI don't like that shit.\nI need fire, who got fire?\nReal pimp.\nYo nigga.\nIt's yo nigga.\nRoll something up.\nSmokin'.\nRoll something up.\nLets get to flowin'.\n(Go herd).\n[Verse 1: Mac Dre]\nI'm at the licker store gettin? more blunts for the skunk.\nHit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\nFeeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz ?em.\nKind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\nThey hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\nThey hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\nWhen I'm (side ?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\nI'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\nI'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\nEvery tape I make baby learns the words.\nYoung Mac Dre, got to give to get.\nHate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\nI'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\nNeed it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\nIt's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\nTone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n[Chorus]\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[Verse 2: Young leech]\nEvery day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\nAre likely to see niggaz ain't likin' me.\nThem pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\nSpinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\nThem bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\nBut I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\nBlow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\nIn my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\nWalking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\nMe and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\nI just want to lean.\nWhy I don't chugalug this 40.\nThen jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\nWith the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\nSmoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin? it big like a playa playa.\n[Chorus]\n[Verse 3: Mac Dre]\nI need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\nWhen I ain't got it, I'm moody and cranky.\nWhat the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\nWe can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\nIs you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\nLace no dank when you're blowin? with Dre.\nTrying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\nHow can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\nSee them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\nThe public got it twisted and we blame the news.\nGot game for fools,\n'Cause I hang with fools,\nThat got game to use,\nAnd maintain the roles.\nKeep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\nBe a real hog when you bless the mic.\nSmoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\nYoung Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n[Repeat Chorus]\n[Mac Dre talking over Chorus]\nKillea.\nRapper gone bad.\nSmoking them big gads.\nUh.\nKeep it bouncing.\nI told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\nFeel it bitch. Yeah.\nMac Dre boy.\n[Young Learch]\nWicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\nPlaya playa!\nAnd that broke you. Yeah.\nMy nigga Snipes off in the building.\nOut that fillin'.\nThat new millennium shit.\nTone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this. Uh.\nI'm back boy.\nClear the lane I'm going to the hole.\nAll in your bootie hoe. Groupie.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fire\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: Rapper Gone Bad\n  duration_ms: 336000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Mac Dre Talking]\n  Where am I?\n  I smell fire.\n  Who got that fire? Fire.\n  I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I need fire, who got fire?\n  Real pimp.\n  Yo nigga.\n  It's yo nigga.\n  Roll something up.\n  Smokin'.\n  Roll something up.\n  Lets get to flowin'.\n  (Go herd).\n  [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n  I'm at the licker store gettin? more blunts for the skunk.\n  Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n  Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz ?em.\n  Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n  They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n  They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n  When I'm (side ?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n  I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n  I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n  Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n  Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n  Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n  I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n  Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n  It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n  Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n  [Chorus]\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  [Verse 2: Young leech]\n  Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n  Are likely to see niggaz ain't likin' me.\n  Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n  Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n  Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n  But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n  Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n  In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n  Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n  Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n  I just want to lean.\n  Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n  Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n  With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n  Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin? it big like a playa playa.\n  [Chorus]\n  [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n  I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  When I ain't got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n  Lace no dank when you're blowin? with Dre.\n  Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n  How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n  See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n  The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n  Got game for fools,\n  'Cause I hang with fools,\n  That got game to use,\n  And maintain the roles.\n  Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n  Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n  Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n  Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n  [Repeat Chorus]\n  [Mac Dre talking over Chorus]\n  Killea.\n  Rapper gone bad.\n  Smoking them big gads.\n  Uh.\n  Keep it bouncing.\n  I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n  Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n  Mac Dre boy.\n  [Young Learch]\n  Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n  Playa playa!\n  And that broke you. Yeah.\n  My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  Out that fillin'.\n  That new millennium shit.\n  Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  I'm back boy.\n  Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n"},{"id":19662112,"name":"Fire","trackName":"Fire","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"Don't Hate The Playa Hate The Game #4","duration":43.676735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Mac Dre Talking]\nWhere am I?\nI smell fire.\nWho got that fire? Fire.\nI don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\nI don't like that shit.\nI don't like that shit.\nI need fire, who got fire?\nReal pimp.\nYo nigga.\nIt's yo nigga.\nRoll something up.\nSmokin'.\nRoll something up.\nLets get to flowin'.\n(Go herd).\n\n[Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\nI'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\nHit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\nFeeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\nKind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\nThey hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\nThey hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\nWhen I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\nI'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\nI'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\nEvery tape I make baby learns the words.\nYoung Mac Dre, got to give to get.\nHate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\nI'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\nNeed it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\nIt's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\nTone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n[Chorus]\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n[Verse 2: Young leech]\nEvery day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\nAre likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\nThem pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\nSpinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\nThem bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\nBut I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\nBlow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\nIn my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\nWalking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\nMe and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\nI just want to lean.\nWhy I don't chugalug this 40.\nThen jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\nWith the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\nSmoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\nI need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\nWhen I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\nWhat the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\nWe can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\nIs you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\nLace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\nTrying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\nHow can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\nSee them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\nThe public got it twisted and we blame the news.\nGot game for fools,\n'Cause I hang with fools,\nThat got game to use,\nAnd maintain the roles.\nKeep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\nBe a real hog when you bless the mic.\nSmoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\nYoung Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\nKillea.\nRapper gone bad.\nSmoking them big gads.\nUh.\nKeep it bouncing.\nI told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\nFeel it bitch. Yeah.\nMac Dre boy.\n[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\nPlaya playa!\nAnd that broke you. Yeah.\nMy nigga Snipes off in the building.\nOut that fillin'.\nThat new millennium shit.\nTone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this. Uh.\nI'm back boy.\nClear the lane I'm going to the hole.\nAll in your bootie hoe. Groupie.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] [Mac Dre Talking]\n[00:01.73] Where am I?\n[00:03.41] I smell fire.\n[00:05.31] Who got that fire? Fire.\n[00:11.48] I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n[00:14.30] I don't like that shit.\n[00:16.05] I don't like that shit.\n[00:18.06] I need fire, who got fire?\n[00:20.36] Real pimp.\n[00:22.75] Yo nigga.\n[00:25.88] It's yo nigga.\n[00:28.62] Roll something up.\n[00:31.62] Smokin'.\n[00:33.43] Roll something up.\n[00:36.89] Lets get to flowin'.\n[00:41.73] (Go herd).\n[00:43.40] [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n[00:44.02] I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n[00:46.33] Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n[00:49.08] Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n[00:51.97] Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n[00:55.15] They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n[00:57.59] They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n[01:00.23] When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n[01:02.87] I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n[01:05.56] I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n[01:08.36] Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n[01:11.04] Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n[01:13.75] Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n[01:16.44] I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n[01:19.20] Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n[01:21.96] It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n[01:24.87] Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n[01:27.31] [Chorus]\n[01:27.98] Fire.\n[01:30.15] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:33.21] Fire.\n[01:35.63] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:38.61] Fire.\n[01:40.67] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:44.29] Fire.\n[01:46.29] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:49.29] [Verse 2: Young leech]\n[01:49.52] Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n[01:53.13] Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n[01:55.08] Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n[01:57.75] Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n[02:00.54] Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n[02:03.10] But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n[02:05.89] Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n[02:08.42] In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n[02:11.78] Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n[02:14.66] Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n[02:16.72] I just want to lean.\n[02:17.91] Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n[02:19.42] Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n[02:22.19] With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n[02:25.77] Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n[02:28.25] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[02:33.64] [Chorus]\n[02:43.31] [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n[02:55.35] I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n[02:57.70] When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n[03:00.58] What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n[03:03.26] We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n[03:05.98] Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n[03:08.54] Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n[03:11.38] Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n[03:14.12] How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n[03:16.95] See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n[03:19.66] The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n[03:22.21] Got game for fools,\n[03:23.75] 'Cause I hang with fools,\n[03:25.05] That got game to use,\n[03:26.43] And maintain the roles.\n[03:27.78] Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n[03:30.34] Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n[03:32.99] Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n[03:36.12] Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n[03:39.14] [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n[04:05.08] Killea.\n[04:06.35] Rapper gone bad.\n[04:10.43] Smoking them big gads.\n[04:12.83] Uh.\n[04:14.08] Keep it bouncing.\n[04:17.76] I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n[04:20.95] Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n[04:24.67] Mac Dre boy.\n[04:30.92] [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n[04:33.81] Playa playa!\n[04:35.51] And that broke you. Yeah.\n[04:44.84] My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n[04:46.26] Out that fillin'.\n[04:49.12] That new millennium shit.\n[04:52.42] Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n[04:55.43] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:00.91] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:03.67] They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n[05:07.22] I'm back boy.\n[05:09.64] Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n[05:12.23] All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n[05:18.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fire\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: 'Don''t Hate The Playa Hate The Game #4'\n  duration_ms: 43677\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Mac Dre Talking]'\n  start_ms: 900\n  end_ms: 1730\n- text: Where am I?\n  start_ms: 1730\n  end_ms: 3410\n- text: I smell fire.\n  start_ms: 3410\n  end_ms: 5310\n- text: Who got that fire? 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Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 90150\n  end_ms: 93210\n- text: Fire.\n  start_ms: 93210\n  end_ms: 95630\n- text: Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  start_ms: 95630\n  end_ms: 98610\n- text: Fire.\n  start_ms: 98610\n  end_ms: 100670\n- text: Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 100670\n  end_ms: 104290\n- text: Fire.\n  start_ms: 104290\n  end_ms: 106290\n- text: Cheech and Chong on a spree. 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Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 148250\n  end_ms: 153640\n- text: '[Chorus]'\n  start_ms: 153640\n  end_ms: 163310\n- text: '[Verse 3: Mac Dre]'\n  start_ms: 163310\n  end_ms: 175350\n- text: I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  start_ms: 175350\n  end_ms: 177700\n- text: When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  start_ms: 177700\n  end_ms: 180580\n- text: What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  start_ms: 180580\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 185980\n- text: Is you silly? 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Yeah.\n  start_ms: 260950\n  end_ms: 264670\n- text: Mac Dre boy.\n  start_ms: 264670\n  end_ms: 270920\n- text: '[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn''t know and Mac Dre.'\n  start_ms: 270920\n  end_ms: 273810\n- text: Playa playa!\n  start_ms: 273810\n  end_ms: 275510\n- text: And that broke you. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 275510\n  end_ms: 284840\n- text: My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  start_ms: 284840\n  end_ms: 286260\n- text: Out that fillin'.\n  start_ms: 286260\n  end_ms: 289120\n- text: That new millennium shit.\n  start_ms: 289120\n  end_ms: 292420\n- text: Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 292420\n  end_ms: 295430\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 295430\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 303670\n- text: They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  start_ms: 303670\n  end_ms: 307220\n- text: I'm back boy.\n  start_ms: 307220\n  end_ms: 309640\n- text: Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  start_ms: 309640\n  end_ms: 312230\n- text: All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n  start_ms: 312230\n  end_ms: 318480\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 318480\nplain: |-\n  [Mac Dre Talking]\n  Where am I?\n  I smell fire.\n  Who got that fire? Fire.\n  I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I need fire, who got fire?\n  Real pimp.\n  Yo nigga.\n  It's yo nigga.\n  Roll something up.\n  Smokin'.\n  Roll something up.\n  Lets get to flowin'.\n  (Go herd).\n\n  [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\n  I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n  Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n  Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n  Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n  They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n  They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n  When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n  I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n  I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n  Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n  Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n  Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n  I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n  Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n  It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n  Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n  [Verse 2: Young leech]\n  Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n  Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n  Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n  Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n  Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n  But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n  Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n  In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n  Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n  Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n  I just want to lean.\n  Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n  Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n  With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n  Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\n  I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n  Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n  Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n  How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n  See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n  The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n  Got game for fools,\n  'Cause I hang with fools,\n  That got game to use,\n  And maintain the roles.\n  Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n  Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n  Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n  Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n  [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\n  Killea.\n  Rapper gone bad.\n  Smoking them big gads.\n  Uh.\n  Keep it bouncing.\n  I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n  Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n  Mac Dre boy.\n  [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n  Playa playa!\n  And that broke you. Yeah.\n  My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  Out that fillin'.\n  That new millennium shit.\n  Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  I'm back boy.\n  Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n"},{"id":19481002,"name":"Fire","trackName":"Fire","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"The Appearances","duration":210.4685696,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Mac Dre Talking]\nWhere am I?\nI smell fire.\nWho got that fire? Fire.\nI don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\nI don't like that shit.\nI don't like that shit.\nI need fire, who got fire?\nReal pimp.\nYo nigga.\nIt's yo nigga.\nRoll something up.\nSmokin'.\nRoll something up.\nLets get to flowin'.\n(Go herd).\n\n[Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\nI'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\nHit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\nFeeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\nKind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\nThey hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\nThey hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\nWhen I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\nI'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\nI'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\nEvery tape I make baby learns the words.\nYoung Mac Dre, got to give to get.\nHate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\nI'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\nNeed it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\nIt's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\nTone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n[Chorus]\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n[Verse 2: Young leech]\nEvery day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\nAre likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\nThem pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\nSpinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\nThem bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\nBut I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\nBlow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\nIn my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\nWalking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\nMe and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\nI just want to lean.\nWhy I don't chugalug this 40.\nThen jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\nWith the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\nSmoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\nI need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\nWhen I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\nWhat the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\nWe can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\nIs you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\nLace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\nTrying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\nHow can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\nSee them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\nThe public got it twisted and we blame the news.\nGot game for fools,\n'Cause I hang with fools,\nThat got game to use,\nAnd maintain the roles.\nKeep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\nBe a real hog when you bless the mic.\nSmoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\nYoung Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\nKillea.\nRapper gone bad.\nSmoking them big gads.\nUh.\nKeep it bouncing.\nI told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\nFeel it bitch. Yeah.\nMac Dre boy.\n[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\nPlaya playa!\nAnd that broke you. Yeah.\nMy nigga Snipes off in the building.\nOut that fillin'.\nThat new millennium shit.\nTone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this. Uh.\nI'm back boy.\nClear the lane I'm going to the hole.\nAll in your bootie hoe. Groupie.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] [Mac Dre Talking]\n[00:01.73] Where am I?\n[00:03.41] I smell fire.\n[00:05.31] Who got that fire? Fire.\n[00:11.48] I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n[00:14.30] I don't like that shit.\n[00:16.05] I don't like that shit.\n[00:18.06] I need fire, who got fire?\n[00:20.36] Real pimp.\n[00:22.75] Yo nigga.\n[00:25.88] It's yo nigga.\n[00:28.62] Roll something up.\n[00:31.62] Smokin'.\n[00:33.43] Roll something up.\n[00:36.89] Lets get to flowin'.\n[00:41.73] (Go herd).\n[00:43.40] [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n[00:44.02] I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n[00:46.33] Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n[00:49.08] Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n[00:51.97] Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n[00:55.15] They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n[00:57.59] They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n[01:00.23] When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n[01:02.87] I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n[01:05.56] I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n[01:08.36] Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n[01:11.04] Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n[01:13.75] Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n[01:16.44] I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n[01:19.20] Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n[01:21.96] It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n[01:24.87] Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n[01:27.31] [Chorus]\n[01:27.98] Fire.\n[01:30.15] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:33.21] Fire.\n[01:35.63] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:38.61] Fire.\n[01:40.67] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:44.29] Fire.\n[01:46.29] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:49.29] [Verse 2: Young leech]\n[01:49.52] Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n[01:53.13] Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n[01:55.08] Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n[01:57.75] Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n[02:00.54] Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n[02:03.10] But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n[02:05.89] Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n[02:08.42] In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n[02:11.78] Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n[02:14.66] Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n[02:16.72] I just want to lean.\n[02:17.91] Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n[02:19.42] Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n[02:22.19] With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n[02:25.77] Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n[02:28.25] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[02:33.64] [Chorus]\n[02:43.31] [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n[02:55.35] I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n[02:57.70] When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n[03:00.58] What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n[03:03.26] We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n[03:05.98] Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n[03:08.54] Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n[03:11.38] Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n[03:14.12] How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n[03:16.95] See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n[03:19.66] The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n[03:22.21] Got game for fools,\n[03:23.75] 'Cause I hang with fools,\n[03:25.05] That got game to use,\n[03:26.43] And maintain the roles.\n[03:27.78] Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n[03:30.34] Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n[03:32.99] Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n[03:36.12] Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n[03:39.14] [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n[04:05.08] Killea.\n[04:06.35] Rapper gone bad.\n[04:10.43] Smoking them big gads.\n[04:12.83] Uh.\n[04:14.08] Keep it bouncing.\n[04:17.76] I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n[04:20.95] Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n[04:24.67] Mac Dre boy.\n[04:30.92] [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n[04:33.81] Playa playa!\n[04:35.51] And that broke you. Yeah.\n[04:44.84] My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n[04:46.26] Out that fillin'.\n[04:49.12] That new millennium shit.\n[04:52.42] Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n[04:55.43] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:00.91] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:03.67] They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n[05:07.22] I'm back boy.\n[05:09.64] Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n[05:12.23] All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n[05:18.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fire\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: The Appearances\n  duration_ms: 210469\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Mac Dre Talking]'\n  start_ms: 900\n  end_ms: 1730\n- text: Where am I?\n  start_ms: 1730\n  end_ms: 3410\n- text: I smell fire.\n  start_ms: 3410\n  end_ms: 5310\n- text: Who got that fire? 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Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 148250\n  end_ms: 153640\n- text: '[Chorus]'\n  start_ms: 153640\n  end_ms: 163310\n- text: '[Verse 3: Mac Dre]'\n  start_ms: 163310\n  end_ms: 175350\n- text: I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  start_ms: 175350\n  end_ms: 177700\n- text: When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  start_ms: 177700\n  end_ms: 180580\n- text: What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  start_ms: 180580\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 185980\n- text: Is you silly? 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Yeah.\n  start_ms: 260950\n  end_ms: 264670\n- text: Mac Dre boy.\n  start_ms: 264670\n  end_ms: 270920\n- text: '[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn''t know and Mac Dre.'\n  start_ms: 270920\n  end_ms: 273810\n- text: Playa playa!\n  start_ms: 273810\n  end_ms: 275510\n- text: And that broke you. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 275510\n  end_ms: 284840\n- text: My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  start_ms: 284840\n  end_ms: 286260\n- text: Out that fillin'.\n  start_ms: 286260\n  end_ms: 289120\n- text: That new millennium shit.\n  start_ms: 289120\n  end_ms: 292420\n- text: Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 292420\n  end_ms: 295430\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 295430\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 303670\n- text: They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  start_ms: 303670\n  end_ms: 307220\n- text: I'm back boy.\n  start_ms: 307220\n  end_ms: 309640\n- text: Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  start_ms: 309640\n  end_ms: 312230\n- text: All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n  start_ms: 312230\n  end_ms: 318480\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 318480\nplain: |-\n  [Mac Dre Talking]\n  Where am I?\n  I smell fire.\n  Who got that fire? Fire.\n  I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I need fire, who got fire?\n  Real pimp.\n  Yo nigga.\n  It's yo nigga.\n  Roll something up.\n  Smokin'.\n  Roll something up.\n  Lets get to flowin'.\n  (Go herd).\n\n  [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\n  I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n  Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n  Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n  Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n  They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n  They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n  When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n  I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n  I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n  Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n  Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n  Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n  I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n  Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n  It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n  Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n  [Verse 2: Young leech]\n  Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n  Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n  Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n  Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n  Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n  But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n  Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n  In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n  Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n  Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n  I just want to lean.\n  Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n  Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n  With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n  Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\n  I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n  Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n  Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n  How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n  See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n  The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n  Got game for fools,\n  'Cause I hang with fools,\n  That got game to use,\n  And maintain the roles.\n  Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n  Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n  Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n  Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n  [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\n  Killea.\n  Rapper gone bad.\n  Smoking them big gads.\n  Uh.\n  Keep it bouncing.\n  I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n  Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n  Mac Dre boy.\n  [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n  Playa playa!\n  And that broke you. Yeah.\n  My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  Out that fillin'.\n  That new millennium shit.\n  Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  I'm back boy.\n  Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n"},{"id":19862895,"name":"Fire (Paused)","trackName":"Fire (Paused)","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"Rapper Gone Bad","duration":336.613,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Mac Dre Talking]\nWhere am I?\nI smell fire.\nWho got that fire? Fire.\nI don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\nI don't like that shit.\nI don't like that shit.\nI need fire, who got fire?\nReal pimp.\nYo nigga.\nIt's yo nigga.\nRoll something up.\nSmokin'.\nRoll something up.\nLets get to flowin'.\n(Go herd).\n\n[Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\nI'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\nHit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\nFeeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\nKind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\nThey hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\nThey hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\nWhen I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\nI'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\nI'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\nEvery tape I make baby learns the words.\nYoung Mac Dre, got to give to get.\nHate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\nI'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\nNeed it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\nIt's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\nTone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n[Chorus]\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\nFire.\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\nFire.\nCheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n[Verse 2: Young leech]\nEvery day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\nAre likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\nThem pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\nSpinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\nThem bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\nBut I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\nBlow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\nIn my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\nWalking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\nMe and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\nI just want to lean.\nWhy I don't chugalug this 40.\nThen jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\nWith the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\nSmoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\nPuffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\nI need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\nWhen I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\nWhat the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\nWe can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\nIs you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\nLace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\nTrying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\nHow can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\nSee them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\nThe public got it twisted and we blame the news.\nGot game for fools,\n'Cause I hang with fools,\nThat got game to use,\nAnd maintain the roles.\nKeep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\nBe a real hog when you bless the mic.\nSmoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\nYoung Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\nKillea.\nRapper gone bad.\nSmoking them big gads.\nUh.\nKeep it bouncing.\nI told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\nFeel it bitch. Yeah.\nMac Dre boy.\n[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\nPlaya playa!\nAnd that broke you. Yeah.\nMy nigga Snipes off in the building.\nOut that fillin'.\nThat new millennium shit.\nTone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this.\nThey can't fuck with this. Uh.\nI'm back boy.\nClear the lane I'm going to the hole.\nAll in your bootie hoe. Groupie.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] [Mac Dre Talking]\n[00:01.73] Where am I?\n[00:03.41] I smell fire.\n[00:05.31] Who got that fire? Fire.\n[00:11.48] I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n[00:14.30] I don't like that shit.\n[00:16.05] I don't like that shit.\n[00:18.06] I need fire, who got fire?\n[00:20.36] Real pimp.\n[00:22.75] Yo nigga.\n[00:25.88] It's yo nigga.\n[00:28.62] Roll something up.\n[00:31.62] Smokin'.\n[00:33.43] Roll something up.\n[00:36.89] Lets get to flowin'.\n[00:41.73] (Go herd).\n[00:43.40] [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n[00:44.02] I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n[00:46.33] Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n[00:49.08] Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n[00:51.97] Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n[00:55.15] They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n[00:57.59] They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n[01:00.23] When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n[01:02.87] I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n[01:05.56] I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n[01:08.36] Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n[01:11.04] Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n[01:13.75] Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n[01:16.44] I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n[01:19.20] Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n[01:21.96] It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n[01:24.87] Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n[01:27.31] [Chorus]\n[01:27.98] Fire.\n[01:30.15] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:33.21] Fire.\n[01:35.63] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:38.61] Fire.\n[01:40.67] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[01:44.29] Fire.\n[01:46.29] Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n[01:49.29] [Verse 2: Young leech]\n[01:49.52] Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n[01:53.13] Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n[01:55.08] Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n[01:57.75] Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n[02:00.54] Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n[02:03.10] But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n[02:05.89] Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n[02:08.42] In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n[02:11.78] Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n[02:14.66] Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n[02:16.72] I just want to lean.\n[02:17.91] Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n[02:19.42] Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n[02:22.19] With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n[02:25.77] Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n[02:28.25] Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n[02:33.64] [Chorus]\n[02:43.31] [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n[02:55.35] I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n[02:57.70] When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n[03:00.58] What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n[03:03.26] We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n[03:05.98] Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n[03:08.54] Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n[03:11.38] Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n[03:14.12] How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n[03:16.95] See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n[03:19.66] The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n[03:22.21] Got game for fools,\n[03:23.75] 'Cause I hang with fools,\n[03:25.05] That got game to use,\n[03:26.43] And maintain the roles.\n[03:27.78] Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n[03:30.34] Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n[03:32.99] Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n[03:36.12] Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n[03:39.14] [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n[04:05.08] Killea.\n[04:06.35] Rapper gone bad.\n[04:10.43] Smoking them big gads.\n[04:12.83] Uh.\n[04:14.08] Keep it bouncing.\n[04:17.76] I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n[04:20.95] Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n[04:24.67] Mac Dre boy.\n[04:30.92] [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n[04:33.81] Playa playa!\n[04:35.51] And that broke you. Yeah.\n[04:44.84] My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n[04:46.26] Out that fillin'.\n[04:49.12] That new millennium shit.\n[04:52.42] Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n[04:55.43] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:00.91] They can't fuck with this.\n[05:03.67] They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n[05:07.22] I'm back boy.\n[05:09.64] Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n[05:12.23] All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n[05:18.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fire (Paused)\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: Rapper Gone Bad\n  duration_ms: 336613\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Mac Dre Talking]'\n  start_ms: 900\n  end_ms: 1730\n- text: Where am I?\n  start_ms: 1730\n  end_ms: 3410\n- text: I smell fire.\n  start_ms: 3410\n  end_ms: 5310\n- text: Who got that fire? 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Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 90150\n  end_ms: 93210\n- text: Fire.\n  start_ms: 93210\n  end_ms: 95630\n- text: Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  start_ms: 95630\n  end_ms: 98610\n- text: Fire.\n  start_ms: 98610\n  end_ms: 100670\n- text: Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 100670\n  end_ms: 104290\n- text: Fire.\n  start_ms: 104290\n  end_ms: 106290\n- text: Cheech and Chong on a spree. 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Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  start_ms: 148250\n  end_ms: 153640\n- text: '[Chorus]'\n  start_ms: 153640\n  end_ms: 163310\n- text: '[Verse 3: Mac Dre]'\n  start_ms: 163310\n  end_ms: 175350\n- text: I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  start_ms: 175350\n  end_ms: 177700\n- text: When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  start_ms: 177700\n  end_ms: 180580\n- text: What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  start_ms: 180580\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 185980\n- text: Is you silly? 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Yeah.\n  start_ms: 260950\n  end_ms: 264670\n- text: Mac Dre boy.\n  start_ms: 264670\n  end_ms: 270920\n- text: '[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn''t know and Mac Dre.'\n  start_ms: 270920\n  end_ms: 273810\n- text: Playa playa!\n  start_ms: 273810\n  end_ms: 275510\n- text: And that broke you. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 275510\n  end_ms: 284840\n- text: My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  start_ms: 284840\n  end_ms: 286260\n- text: Out that fillin'.\n  start_ms: 286260\n  end_ms: 289120\n- text: That new millennium shit.\n  start_ms: 289120\n  end_ms: 292420\n- text: Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  start_ms: 292420\n  end_ms: 295430\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 295430\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: They can't fuck with this.\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 303670\n- text: They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  start_ms: 303670\n  end_ms: 307220\n- text: I'm back boy.\n  start_ms: 307220\n  end_ms: 309640\n- text: Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  start_ms: 309640\n  end_ms: 312230\n- text: All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n  start_ms: 312230\n  end_ms: 318480\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 318480\nplain: |-\n  [Mac Dre Talking]\n  Where am I?\n  I smell fire.\n  Who got that fire? Fire.\n  I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I don't like that shit.\n  I need fire, who got fire?\n  Real pimp.\n  Yo nigga.\n  It's yo nigga.\n  Roll something up.\n  Smokin'.\n  Roll something up.\n  Lets get to flowin'.\n  (Go herd).\n\n  [Verse 1: Mac Dre]\n\n  I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.\n  Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.\n  Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.\n  Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.\n  They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.\n  They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.\n  When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.\n  I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.\n  I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.\n  Every tape I make baby learns the words.\n  Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.\n  Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.\n  I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.\n  Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.\n  It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.\n  Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n  Fire.\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n  Fire.\n  Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.\n\n  [Verse 2: Young leech]\n  Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,\n  Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.\n  Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,\n  Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.\n  Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.\n  But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.\n  Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.\n  In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.\n  Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.\n  Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).\n  I just want to lean.\n  Why I don't chugalug this 40.\n  Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.\n  With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.\n  Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.\n\n  Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Mac Dre]\n\n  I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.\n  When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.\n  What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?\n  We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?\n  Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.\n  Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.\n  Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.\n  How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?\n  See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.\n  The public got it twisted and we blame the news.\n  Got game for fools,\n  'Cause I hang with fools,\n  That got game to use,\n  And maintain the roles.\n  Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.\n  Be a real hog when you bless the mic.\n  Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.\n  Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.\n\n  [Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]\n\n  Killea.\n  Rapper gone bad.\n  Smoking them big gads.\n  Uh.\n  Keep it bouncing.\n  I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.\n  Feel it bitch. Yeah.\n  Mac Dre boy.\n  [Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.\n  Playa playa!\n  And that broke you. Yeah.\n  My nigga Snipes off in the building.\n  Out that fillin'.\n  That new millennium shit.\n  Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this.\n  They can't fuck with this. Uh.\n  I'm back boy.\n  Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.\n  All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.\n"}]