[Intro: 1-Ton]

Fire

Fire

Fire

Fi-fi-fi-fire

[Verse 1: 1-Ton]

Another page, another flow, another night, another show

Another day, another dollar, another chance we gonna blow!

Potluck is on the low, makin' fans every show

White girls wanna vote when my niggas sayin' hoe! (Fola)

'Cause that is how we do it, yes, I'm fat and he is Jewish (Aha!)

Only speak about the truest when you listen to our music

And we the biggest smokers, rollin' some of the dankest quarters

Rappin' about the life of stoners and Humbo County, California (Fola)

[Verse 2: UnderRated]

Never gon' be stoppin' this (Uh-huh?)

When I go to the club and I rock the bitch (Woo!)

Everybody wanna take another hit and get lit

Humboldt County bud is the shit (That's right)

I'm a rap this zero voodoo, makin' all these girlies, hoo-hoo

And I might go crazy, coo-coo from smokin' the weed like Snoop doo

But I'm never gon' stop, put the finger to the cop

Get the bong, get the light, get the pot

Then we toke 'til we can't talk

Then we toke 'til we can't walk (Oh God)

It's that life that we live, I smoke this weed since a kid

And I need my fire can't retire, blame my entire environment (Fola)

[Chorus: UnderRated, 1-Ton & both]

We rollin' that (Fire), we hittin' that (Fire)

We spittin' that (Fire), my click is on (Fire)

We rollin' that (Fire), we hittin' that (Fire)

We spittin' that (Fire), Potluck is on (Fire) (Fola)

You know how we do (I ain't a mad rapper)

This is how we do (It's MC with a temper)

You know how we do (I ain't a mad rapper)

This is how we do (It's MC with a temper)

[Verse 3: 1-Ton]

Listen up and let my lyrics, hit 'cha right off ya head (Shit)

I climbs up out a bed *Sigh*, think of ways of makin' bread

Believe in what I said (Uh-huh?), don't bet against the spread (Mhm?)

Wanna call Johnny Law 'cause every mic I touch is dead (Ugh)

Doin' it since hot *NSYNC, Play-Dohs and Legos (Aha!)

Murder any beat and spit fire like volcanoes

Lyrics droppin' bombs like I kicks it with sadam

All we do is makin' song, always smokin' outta bongs

Pass another dutch (Uh), laugh when it gets tough (Ah!)

Life is like a blunt that's why I smoke it til it's dust

Lyrical precision (Whut?), twenty-twenty vision (Yeah!)

Spit shitty like a pigeon, all you gotta do is listen (Fola)

[Chorus: UnderRated, 1-Ton & both]

We rollin' that (Fire), we hittin' that (Fire)

We spittin' that (Fire), my click is on (Fire)

We rollin' that (Fire), we hittin' that (Fire)

We spittin' that (Fire), Potluck is on (Fire) (Fola)

[Verse 4: UnderRated]

Yo, everybody wanna be smokin' the pot

We don't choke and cough, we kick flows that make hoes hot

Muthafuckas wanna talk but it won't stop

And we bumpin' the beat down yo' block

Potluck in the trunk and we knock

We the best in the west like Rick Rock

Like Ludacris I'm comin' for that Number One Spot (Ha!)

Muthafuckas can't hang with me, it's easy, I'm who you came to see

Come like Sean Connery, dick long like I'm Tommy Lee (What?)

Rap all day better hit a reply, Beyoncé like a hoes I lay

No delay, no hatin', UnderRated blows yo' ass away

And every single time I write a rhymes is platinum

You don't know then you better go ask 'em

Harrass 'em, ask 'em who the best with this weed on my chest

I'm a relieving stress, how the fuck can I be so fresh?

707 I'm a hat to the death, rap to impress

I'm dangerous, MC's steppin' up, get laid to rest (Fola)

[Chorus: UnderRated, 1-Ton & both]

We rollin' that (Fire), we hittin' that (Fire)

We spittin' that (Fire), my click is on (Fire)

We rollin' that (Fire), we hittin' that (Fire)

We spittin' that (Fire), Potluck is on (Fire) (Fola)

You know how we do (I ain't a mad rapper)

This is how we do (It's MC with a temper)

You know how we do (I ain't a mad rapper)

This is how we do (It's MC with a temper) (Fola)

[Outro: 1-Ton]

Fi-fi-fi-fire

Fi-fi-fi-fire (Fola)