Merry Clayton - Puttin' Out Fire lyrics

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{sirens}

Chorus:2x

Hoes off

Hoes on, street flooded

Hoes off

We done, left ya hood leaded

Hoes off

Hoes on, street flooded

Hoes off

{1st time thru} We one, left ya hood leaded

{2nd time thru} But we done, left ya hood leaded

Verse 1:

As I creeps off

To cool these Hot Boys off

I reach new levels

I be goin against the devils

I knew it was four

They recruited some mo'

I run up my squad

Fireproof head-to-toe

I went lookin for these boys, I hit every block

Checked every rehab, hit every dope spot

I came up wit nuthin

Then I heard somethin

On the radio, I go to V.L. cuz they be stuntin

Block hardy Hot Boys

No you're not boys

Wet Boys on their way with their supersoaker toys

Got a pack on my back holdin 75 gallons

32 round glock loaded with the black (?)

First HB I saw, Baby suckin gold teeth

Supersoaked em good, from his head to his feet

Next up was Juvey, I gave him the look

Wrote the final chapter, then I closed the book

Ran up on Turk

Supersoaker puttin in work

Jacked him out his 42 dollar rent, cooled off his Hot Boy shirt

Next two, BG and Wayne, since they wanna be the baddest

Shot em up wit bad dope, to me that's the saddest

Look

Chorus:2x

[T-Bone]

Verse 2:

Well it's T-Beezy

Off the heezy

Bout that drama fo' sheezy

Supersoaker in my trunk, how many Hot Boys wanna see me

Chromed out five trucks with chrome K's to match

Bulletproof-fire suits, I'm totin gallons on my back

Ready to spray

I'm rainin on your sunny day

I get carried away

Like Dirty Hairy "Make my day!"

Betta yet, fuck dat, Wet Boys got me on a flight

Since you don' made my day, what bitch gon' make my night

Wanna go for a ride

While the water's low tide

It's nowhere to hide

I hit ya wit a (?)

Who be the coldest nigga makin these tracks

The same nigga made niggas quit and start smokin crack

I should be slammin

Niggas out there be jammin

All tracks real dope, ain't no mutha fuckin whammin

Verse 3:

Fire tracks and fire trucks

Nigga duck

Still get plucked

Hit you wit a supersoaker I'ma paralize ya to fuck

250 pounds of pressure

? gone dress ya

Now you one nigga less-a

For bein a Wet Boy testa

If I come thru with a fire truck nigga hate to hear the siren

Water for us, ya gettin ?, so I'm holdin my hydrent

Chorus:4x

Verse 4:

So you say you wanna get him, erase my face and

Put a price on my head, betta get a new plan

Cuz all that price on my head, ya plan gon' fail

I flip the script

Take my own hit, now your shit gonna sale

No say "I can't get got"

Cuz souljas get got alot

But if they hit, you say miss

I be the new mailman on your block

Ain't no mail in my bag

Look it's 'caine and soulja rags

Your first on my ojenda, gotta return the (?)

I stand in your driveway, supersoakers on

Pressure wash your property till my waters all gone

I ain't no joke wit mine, I don't choke my nigga

I got a scope on mine, you get smoked my nigga

The rap game I been runnin

Just for funn 'n

Look my uzi weighs a ton 'n

'45 Tommy gunnin

Ya get done 'n

You and your son'n

That's what ya call me nigga

Fire trucks comin thru, betta get the army nigga

Ya bawlin nigga, I stand tall wit my ground

Not just represent Up, but also Downtown

Here's what I wanna do, here's how I'm gonna do it

Wet Boys gotta plot, peep game and listen to it

Chorus: 4x

{sirens until end of song}