A smooth track where Da Brat explains about her love for weed and a look into how she deals with the weed.
[Intro]
Now this some bad weed
[Verse 1]
My day starts out light, but ends up very heavy as the night approach
When I take flow from all that smoke that I smoke, no joke
As I commence to take flight its gotta be first class cuz this ass
Could give a fuck about coach....bitch
(How high do you fly when you fly Brat?)
From the bottom to top- top to bottom and back
Now as I lay me in the cut gettin' fucked up
Puffin on blunts and comin' up with some mo of dat funky stuff
Rough and tough is not enough to keep my focus
No its that hocus pocus abracadabra smoke just
Fills up the room as I breathe again
Once more from the ghetto its them braids and
When flossing in my Benz with my friends it begins
Smell the aroma puttin' you in a coma
Its dat super stinky dank that'll make ya faint go blank
Hey when I its the door all my niggas say
[Chorus]
Adi adi adi adi ah... (its probably all that chronic that I smoke)
Oh How we love it when ya fire it up
Adi adi adi adi ah...layin in da cut gettin real fucked up
Adi adi adi adi ah... (its probably all that chronic that I smoke)
Oh How we love it when ya fire it up
Adi adi adi adi ah...layin in da cut gettin real fucked up
[Verse 2]
Its a new day new day truly ain't nathin changed
Fall up out my bed to the same ol' thangs
Your averaged, everyday black surrounded, bar-b-que, a little weed
Its some niggas with some bass pounding
One o'clock is the time to raise
Take a shower brush my teeth and correct my braids
Now listen up to what I say because this type of shit, it happens everyday and
(I gotta place where I soak some so) In the summer its a pool
In the winter its a smoke hole
20 feet away from the house in the back
Surrounded by a gate draped in all black
(Its where me and my homies go smokin' on that dank 'till it ain't no mo)
How we smoke? (we smoke to the maximum)
Doin our thing kickin' back relax and um
[Chorus]
Adi adi adi adi ah... (its probably all that chronic that I smoke)
Oh How we love it when ya fire it up
Adi adi adi adi ah...layin in da cut gettin real fucked up
Adi adi adi adi ah... (its probably all that chronic that I smoke)
Oh How we love it when ya fire it up
Adi adi adi adi ah...layin in da cut gettin real fucked up
[Outro]
We like to smoke, we like to smoke, we like to smoke baaaby
(I pledge allegiance to the bags of marijuana)
We like to smoke, we like to smoke, we like to smoke baaaby
We like to smoke, we like to smoke, we like to smoke baaaby
We like to smoke, we like to smoke, we like to smoke baaaby
(I pledge allegiance to the bags of marijuana)
Fire it Up was written by Da Brat & Jermaine Dupri & Def Jef & Clarence Reid & Bo$$ & Flea & John Frusciante & Chad Smith & Anthony Kiedis.
Fire it Up was produced by Jermaine Dupri & Manuel Seal.
Da Brat released Fire it Up on Tue Jun 28 1994.