, the fire, the fire Ohhhh, the fire, the fire [Chorus] [John Legend] Ohhhh, the fire inside you The fire inside you The fire inside you The fire inside
Ohh, the fire, the fire Ohh, the fire, the fire There's something in your heart And it's in your eyes It's the fire, inside you Let it burn You don'
What's this? What's that? Budda, boom, boom shout out fire What's this? What's that? Budda, boom, boom shout out fire Fire, fire now Fire down below
Traduction: The Roots. Le Feu.
fire, the fire Ohhhh, the fire, the fire [Chorus] [John Legend] Ohhhh, the fire inside you The fire inside you The fire inside you The fire inside you
operate Impregnate, so ??? Other niggas will lay the power race, wit tre 8's Try to apply weight, and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate [Chorus] Cannon fire
the fire, the fire Ohhhh, the fire, the fire [Chorus] [John Legend] Ohhhh, the fire inside you The fire inside you The fire inside you The fire inside
of control What's this what's that Budda boom boom shout out fire What's this what's that Budda boom boom shout out fire Fire fire now Fire down below
Took a funky idea and began to roll By doing something that was never done While getting paid, still having fun Being explicit straight from the streets Not forgettin' our roots
nigga, say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!!!!) Until the block start blowin blowin up (get down!) Uh-huh; and e'rybody throwin up (get down!) 'Til they got the fire
and the irony Is you rely on me as much as I rely on you to inspire me like you do. You provide me the lighter fluid to fuel my fire You're my entire
brothers they wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny Money is the root of all evil
Zion, Holy mount Zion, Zion Better to go to Zion, More then burn in a fire, Better to go to Zion, More then burn in a fire, Me say dash your badness
she roots and culture She win me I even had to Introduce her to Cindy CHORUS VERSE (Mr. Cheeks) VERSE Well I was sitting By an open fire place In
interest mi gun Now mi come fi bun down all material object Wid a raas claat gold chain 'round me neck Me bun a fire pon di man weh love bitch and fret
