Who Got The Fire Lyrics - Fiend

(Master P) 

Yo, Fiend, you and Snoop Dogg, I'm comin at 'cha, what're ya smokin on? 

(Chorus:) 

(All) (Fiend) 

(Who got that fire?) 

(Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?) 

(I wanna know) 

(Who got that fire?) 

(Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?) 

(I wanna know) 

(Who got that fire?) 

(Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?) 

(No Limit wanna know) 

(I said smoke it) 

(Who got that fire?) 

(Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?) 

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(Fiend) 

Nah, I know, who's that solider, rollin longs nigga 

Thicker than Monifah, it's I, capital F-I 

The keeper of the reaper 

Smokin cheba with my colonel P, Snoop and Mystikal 

Pull over, I'm takin pullas 

Fucked up, can't ya tell? 

Take a smell, let me whiff that 

Since God goes, you gone 

Tatoos, that can only been choked, seven zones 

I'm grown, and well known to be surviving in hell 

Hangin round long enough to get through the clouds 

It's something by (?) 

Got a story to tell 

Which is, the life of the baddest 

Born from ashes, the smoke of dead, of an addict 

Got to have it, cause baby boy, it's a habit 

Puff it and fuck some pussy, and see which one I grab quick 

I'm that sick, I need weed to proceed 

Like a band-aid for a cut, hopin to stop the bleedin 

No, not the seeds, I done paid for the pickin 

Only the green stickin, for the record 

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(Chorus:) 

(All) (Fiend) 

(I'm a smoker) 

(Who got that fire?) 

(Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?) 

(Fiend wanna know) 

(Who got that fire?) 

(Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?) 

(Snoop wanna know) 

(Who got that fire?) 

(Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?) 

(Fiend wanna know) 

(I said, who got that fire?) 

(Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?) 

(Snoop Dogg) 

Ever since my first puff, it seems I couldn't get enough 

But I just couldn't quit I had to have another hit 

I'm smokin green with a fiend by the age of eighteen 

I chop a pound to the ground, went cavi on the triple beam 

Once upon a time, before I used to bust rhymes 

I had to scratch to get a nickel, in order to get a dime 

But times done change, now I'm havin mines 

And I'm protected by the tank, No Limit, and plenty nines 

I grinds to the fullest, so when I'm finished I gots to pull it 

I'm lookin for that green shit, boy you bite the bullet 

For tryin to sell me bullshit 

You know I'm lookin for the bombest weed in your town 

Now, I'm a smoker 

Now you know what that mean? 

Check this out Fiend, everytime a nigga go outta town 

Somebody always approach me talkin bout "I got the chronic, 

We got the chronic." Muthafucka, chronic ain't brown with 

Seeds and stems in the bag nigga. Who got it?