Fire Lyrics – Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre

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[Intro: Cocoa Sarai]
More fire
Bloody Mary
Uh, in here tryna put out a fire with gasoline
Uh, bullets ringing through amplifiers, it's a murder scene
Uh and then

[Chorus: Cocoa Sarai]
I saw them drop one by one (By one)
Happiness is a fu*king warm gun
True definition of a rider
Disrespectfully (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg & Cocoa Sarai]
How many of you can say that you love your occupation?
Not to belittle you with it, take this as motivation
Closed cases, smoking aces from broken places
Cold cases, interrogations to poker faces
Penitentiary living, 'tis are beneath me
Blue dress, what a mess, but could never impeach me (Chee)
If life a test, motherfu*ker, we got the cheat sheet (Chee)
Fu*k back to back on you b!tches, this s*it a three-peat (I see all these)
Petty crimes and pretty dimes in my environment
S*it is timeless, let me present what I'm designing
More money, more violence, witnesses silent
Call me a tyrant, back on my s*it with Andre the Giant

[Pre-Chorus: Cocoa Sarai]
Close your mouth (Shh)
Let the fu*king winner talk (Loud)
When the war start, you don't wanna get involved (No, no, no)
Smoke you want?
Tell 'em bring it on (Blow, blow, blow)
Headshot, another funeral

[Chorus: Cocoa-Sarai]
I saw them drop one by one (By one)
Happiness is a fu*king warm gun
True definition of a rider
Disrespectfully (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg & Cocoa Sarai]
Daylight come, she turn into Cinderella
Then run, run, run, told me I'm a juice and oxygen, but then again
Fat asses in my camera lens, it never ends
I'm just back in this b!tch relapsing on a binge, just me and my friends
Infatuated with these M's, that sweet revenge
They tell me life is what you make it, ask MC Ren
The perfect example of how the fu*king villain wins
I think I covered all my bases, fu*k public relations
Observation operations, I'm due for vacation
My location off the grid, that's privy information
Dead presidents and smoke signals at my inauguration
Easy work, 24/7 and never taking off, I heard, yeah
New collars and dollars the makings of a boss, I deserve (Chee)
Bezos, pesos, I mean every ounce (Every ounce)
Yeah, it's the same dog that you b!tches heard about, the word is out

[Pre-Chorus: Cocoa Sarai]
Close your mouth (Shh)
Let the fu*king winner talk (Loud)
When the war start, you don't wanna get involved (No, no, no)
Smoke you want?
Tell 'em bring it on (Blow, blow, blow)
Headshot, another funeral

[Chorus: Cocoa-Sarai]
I saw them drop one by one (By one)
Happiness is a fu*king warm gun
True definition of a rider
Disrespectfully (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Cocoa Sarai]
Cocoa Sarai
Ya mon', (??)
A real gunman ting (??)
So the ting go (Hahaha)
Boom