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​Light My Fire

This song is by Pras and appears on the album Win, Lose Or Draw (2005).

Original video
Yo (uh, what, yo, uh-huh) ha, yeah yeah
Yeah, eh-heh, all right (mmm, uh, uh)
Good morning light my fire baby woo, woo, woo
Oh, girl you make me feel fine (yeah, uh, ha ha)
Dan-na-dah-doo-doo-dah.oh
Dan-na-dah-doo-doo-dah

Well I was born a mixed breed, a planted seed
Mixed with some weed and a little 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 pass 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

C'mon and light my fire, baby, whoa
Kiss the sun let's get higher, high
They don't think we're gonna make it, oh
Fuck the world let's just take it, high

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 dance floor (yo Pras chill)

Man seckle, I'm bumpin like a kettle
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

C'mon and light my fire, baby, whoa
Kiss the sun let's get higher, high
They don't think we're gonna make it, oh
Fuck the world let's just take it, high

Forty days forty nights I was off the scene
Cocked 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 A-Team, 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
Tight bars through wars ain't no scars
Took the pilgramage to conquer Rome
Dethroned Caesar, guerillas now they're home, baby

C'mon and light my fire, baby, whoa
Kiss the sun let's get higher, high
They don't think we're gonna make it, oh
Fuck the world let's just take it, high

(Light up, light up)
Yeah, guerillas baby, you don't see us comin'
(Light up, light up)
Brrap, brrap, lights out, ah-heh-heh

Written by:

Pras Michel / Brandon Parrott

annotations:

Hennessy Wikipedia16 / ReFugees / Buffalo Soldier Wikipedia16 / Nas