PRAS MICHEL - Light My Fire lyrics

rate me

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 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

[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

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 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