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[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?][Fiend]Nah, I know, who's that solider, rollin longs niggaThicker than Monifah, it's I, capital F-IThe keeper of the reaperSmokin cheba with my colonel P, Snoop and MystikalPull over, I'm takin pullasFucked up, can't ya tell?Take a smell, let me whiff thatLetras de cancionesSince God goes, you goneTatoos, that can only been choked, seven zonesI'm grown, and well known to be surviving in hellHangin round long enough to get through the cloudsIt's something by (?)Got a story to tellWhich is, the life of the baddestBorn from ashes, the smoke of dead, of an addictGot to have it, cause baby boy, it's a habitPuff it and fuck some pussy, and see which one I grab quickI'm that sick, I need weed to proceedLike a band-aid for a cut, hopin to stop the bleedinNo, not the seeds, I done paid for the pickinOnly the green stickin, for the record[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 enoughBut I just couldn't quit I had to have another hitI'm smokin green with a fiend by the age of eighteenI chop a pound to the ground, went cavi on the triple beamOnce upon a time, before I used to bust rhymesI had to scratch to get a nickel, in order to get a dimeBut times done change, now I'm havin minesAnd I'm protected by the tank, No Limit, and plenty ninesI grinds to the fullest, so when I'm finished I gots to pull itI'm lookin for that green shit, boy you bite the bulletFor tryin to sell me bullshitYou know I'm lookin for the bombest weed in your townNow, I'm a smokerNow you know what that mean?Check this out Fiend, everytime a nigga go outta townSomebody always approach me talkin bout "I got the chronic,We got the chronic." Muthafucka, chronic ain't brown withSeeds and stems in the bag nigga. Who got it? From Letras Mania