Fire lyrics

Artist  : Too $hort 
Song : Fire



 Send "Fire" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [Erick Sermon:]

Where my money at ho..

Where my money at yo..

Get my money 'fore
I whip..

Forget your big fat ass

We
going off baby

We don't mess around cuz I'm
nautious baby

You know I loaded it with the
gun, pop pop..

Aiyyo, LET'S GO!!!



Here we go y'all

New shit new
shit, out the door y'all

Shorty Pimp, E-Dub
once again

So buy you some of this ghetto
slum

Underground music from A-T-L

X
rearranged it, Shorty B played it

Me and
Shorty laid it, my niggaz OKed it

Carnefious Crawfish, next to slay it

Damn
right! We do it all day bitch

Ride around in
Benz's, twenty inch rimzes

What Short told
y'all, New York to California

We put them
high beams on ya - parkin lot pimpin

With
the boom-boom twelve inches kickin, we stay
hittin

Huh? The most consecutive

Fifteen albums, we're the executives

Who
talkin money?



[Hook - E.
Sermon:]

Let's do it baby

Me and
Short dog on the mic baby

It's going down
all night baby

Shootin all haters on sight
baby

THAT'S RIGHT!!

Make room, E and
Short be on fire!

Everything we do is
fire!

This song is on fire! YO!



[Too $hort:]

Bitch! That's my favorite
word

I cashed a million dollar check on
Thursday the third

Now it's flowin like
water out the kitchen sink

I make more
money everytime you blink

Got you scratchin
ya head, made you stop and think

He couldn't
made all that he must have robbed a Brinks

We been around so long, makin funky songs

Now you gettin mad, say this cain't be goin
on

How come E and Short get to stay in the
game?

Don't ever talk down on a player's
name

So when you see us on top of every
chart

You know we been number one since the
very start

We feed families; when we rhyme,
celebrate like champions

You see mine - I
never worry

I don't want the stress, you
know my story

I learned how to ball from
the best



[Hook - E. Sermon:]

Let's do it baby

Me and Short dog on the
mic baby

It's going down all night baby

Shootin all haters on sight baby

THAT'S
RIGHT!!

Make room, Eastcoast be on
fire!

Westcoast be on fire!

Down
south be on fire! YO!

(Detroit,
Chi-town!)



[Erick Sermon:]

Don't stop the song now I'm not over

I
must leave the scene wrecked, before closure

Highest doja, L.A. weed

Monopolize the
south like L.A. Reed (BITCH!)

Sick
individual, this here be the southwest coast

Eastcoast material

Erick Sermon, that's
what I said man

Fuck with Short and I and
be a dead man



[Too $hort:]

This is fire, pass it to me

It's so hot,
E lemme hit that weed

Uptown, hydro is in
my genes

It's like green, I just my be a
fiend

Cuz I been tryin to O.D. lately

And your never gonna rehabilitate me

On a
mission since the eigth grade

Keep gettin
high, and stay paid



[Hook - E.
Sermon:]

Let's do it baby

Me and
Short dog on the mic baby

It's going down
all night baby

Shootin all haters on sight
baby

THAT'S RIGHT!!

Make room,
tonight is on fire!

The roof is on
fire!

These hoes be on fire! ...