Let It Burn

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh Let it burn forever and ever I wanna get high Let it burn forever and ever I wanna get high Cruisin' down Columbia, smokin' on some ganja Niggas stop and listen 'cause they wonder if it's thunder Know it's the boom in my trunk, the room in my trunk Make the sounds of my trunk sound like the trunk of funk As I'm rollin' through Decatur, I'm ready to do my thing So I pops in my tape deck, true to the gang As I come up to a yield, put my hand up on the steel Hand back on the steering wheel, as I pass by Kneels like it's a page From my boy Wiz, he got five on it Cause he know what it is, what it is, what it ain't Holla the stank, let's fire up this bank And get drunk tight, so we can count out this bank Hey, I'm ready to do this, man Who got the blunts? Lil Jon got the dimes And the nicks of what you want I shot a gun, you say? Then pass it around my way I'll blow you under to have you say you're this While you pile like Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh Let it burn forever and ever I wanna get high Now I'm high, about ready to fly I'm growing wings, so I'm blowing through the sky You know what I mean, we cheaping everyday We do this around my way Funky got that ball ball, so try this Mary J Hey, pour pour pass, we tryna make it last It's down to the roach, get them tweezers on they ass Now really, I need them fillies And them swishy-sweets I need them to go along with the pot on the back seat P-Money's rollin' and blowin' I'm showin' 'em how to smoke one Carters tryin' to keep his focus from his shotgun Now on the real, will you smoke with your crew? Do like me do and play that Street Fighter II While you sippin' on that brew Listen to Mr. Koot and chill Lay back, relax, and let this player get ill So smoke one, light one Keep them blunts rollin', son Ass kick the course, wild like I'm Fat Ward Let it burn forever and ever I wanna get high Let it burn forever and ever I wanna get high Now it's six o'clock as I'm rolling through the city Coming from underground high as hell Acting silly heading back to the D.E.C Better known as the Cater I let the player hate us 'Cause they make my game much greater A true player A player's what I be when I represent Smoking on that gan While I'm clocking them dead presidents Stacking my riches Coming up fast Pouring them blessings Smoking them fast They hitting my head Hit my chest Had me talking crazy, missed Lord have mercy, this that fire This that can not get me high Burn my eyes with the smoke Gagging cop to clear my throat Keep on cheepin' and gon' start smokin' Weep to the day I drop Let it burn, let it burn Nigga, pass it, it's my turn I need a spliff Can I take a look at that funny smoke? Have a nigga wanna trip? Yeah, that's it, I'm feelin' tight Turn down the lights while I take another flight Takin' off on cloud nine This is how I spend my time Gettin' it crunk with that funk Nigga, pass it, it's my turn Come and smoke with me I really wanna get high Can I smoke with you Cause I know you got that fire Come and smoke with me I really wanna get high Can I smoke with you Cause I know you got that fire Oh, oh, oh, ohh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, ohh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ohh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh, oh Ohh, ohh, ohh Let it burn Ohh, ohh, ohh Ohh, ohh, ohh Let it burn Ohh, ohh, ohh All I wanna do is smoke my blunt to get me higher But I do not have a light so someone raise that fire Fire it up baby, fire it up baby Fire it up baby, fire it up baby