Pras - Light My Fire - 37648 lyrics

Yo (uh, what, yo, uh-huh) ha, yeah yeah Yeah, eh-heh, alright (mmm, uh, uhhh) Good morning light my fire baby woo; woo, woo! Ohhh-oh-ohhhh, girl you make me feel fine (Yeah, uhh, ha ha) Dan-na-dah-doo-doo-dah! Ohh-oh-ohhhh Dan-na-dah-doo-doo-dah! [Pras Michel] Well I was born a mixed breed, a planted seed Mixed with some weed and a lil' bit of Hennessy When I bleed, I love to believe That a friend in need is a friend indeed Where da bumba claat, where da bumba ras Forget me not, dem know a Super Pras Blueberry don't start no fight Sean Paul tell 'em pa** the light Eighty bars but your 16 ain't worth the spit Money cars and fame is that all you get? Pride and respect in the street, that's not all I got Silly boy come test, cause dem wield de shot Seckle de violence, bad boy move in silence Give them some guidance, they need to see the science (Fire that's richer than ??) Well speak up And through your minutes of fame I kept my FEET up [Chorus: Pras Michel + female] C'mon and light my fire, babyyy, ohh-oh-ohhhh Kiss the sun let's get higher, hi-ii-iiigh They don't think we're gonna make it, ohh-oh-ohhhh But the world let's just take it, hi-ii-iiigh [Pras Michel] Well I was often told I was off my road Never sold my soul for the glitter of gold Let the truth be told, I made the mold 23 years old, 20 million sold Y'all dream of half-a-mill, lookin for your next meal Ask the guerillas, I signed my own deal Movies, clothing, ma I'm so ill Mash up the dancefloor (yo Pras chill!) Man SECKLE, I'm bumpin like a kettle {*whistle*} You don't hear the sound bustin your vessel? {Brrap!} And for my enemies, scope 'em like the Kennedy's You think I'm lyin? Go and ask the ReFugees [Chorus] [Pras Michel] 40 days 40 nights I was off the scene co*ked back my style with a gangsta lean Kept my ears to the streets and my hands been clean Servin rice and beans while I plot and scheme Back by the 18, we buffalo soldiers Rude bwoy run 'way, I thought I told ya Guns too big to fight in a holster Still stay true to my roots and culture When we comin rushin in best be afraid We take a flag when we march in our parade Brooklyn, Trini, Jamaican, Haitian We built to rule like United Nation Still Pras fat hooks I'm no Nas Type bars through wars ain't no scars Took the pilgramage to conquer Rome Dethroned Caesar, guerillas now they're home, ba-by! [Chorus] [female ad libs while Pras talks] Yeah, guerillas baby, you don't see us comin Brrap, brrap, lights out, ah-heh-heh