Who Sang Firewater? David Banner feat. Crooked Lettaz & N.O.R.E.

N.O.R.E. Them Firewater Boyz cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2000
Genre: Hip Hop
length: 4:03
Yeah yeah
*****s is traveling everywhere, word up
I perform in the South
You know I put on fish 'n grits and **** like that, ya heard?
Word up, I perform in the West, I put on,
Ain't Nothin' Like a Sunny Day, in Cali-For-Ni-A, ya heard?
I'm on the East, I'm rockin' T.O.N.Y.
In the Midwest, I put on a little No Limit or some **** like that
Word is bond

[Chorus: Crooked Lettaz]
We got that firewater (What?)
Why'all want that water-water (What?)
We got that firewater (What?)
Why'all want that water-water (What?)
We got that firewater (What?)
Why'all want that water-water (What?)
We got that firewater What?
We got that firewater What?

Yo, yo
Yo I'msa gangsta, so why'all *****s, know that I mask
I smoke, mad weed, while I drink a V-8 splash
*****s, **** with me, and you will get smashed
I'm gettin', head in the whip, and I won't even crash
I'm sayin', *****z don't **** no mo', all we get is head
*****s don't play with bread and butter, all we count is bread
My *****s from, Mississipp-I, still get high
Off the water-water, slangin' quarter-quarter
Across the border border, Sergeant Slaughter Slaughter
My Down South *****s, yo we got mad game
And we both, from the ghetto, so we kick it the same
You call your weed chronic, we call our weed hydro
You call your **** doja, we call out **** gamble
From the Calliope to Iraq, we still get dough
We call a, ***** is a *****, and a hoe is a hoe
Penalty the label, in New York, we on cable


[Crooked Lettaz]
Check it out
Basically, you silly *****s ain't facin' me
I turn my back and then you chase me hate me daily
And you attempt to limp like you'se a pimp
But you'se a shrimp, you can't play me
See we the brothers with the hot tracks
Puttin' butter on the hot wax
You want to ball with the top cats
Well you talk about fat gats
You can't rap ***** stop that, got that
You want to act like you **** back
Couldn't hold a ***** jockstrap
We can take it to the streets when the party people meet
Tell the *****z take a seat take a beat and cold rock that
Back to the M-I, mill'n-dol'-mill'n-dol'-I
Mill'n-dol'-mill'n-dol'-I, humpback, humpback
Watch a ***** jump back, dead I
Spittin' that upon the red eye, flyin' to the N.Y.
*****s high from coast to coast
Keepin' it close, put it in a post
E.T. the coach, *****s want to be me the most
You boast and brag and sport the sag
Cause I dope rhyme, *****s never want to quote rhymes
Try to bite and then you choke rhyme
Rollin up a smoke rhyme
Comin' out with your wrote rhyme
Ain't nothin' but some broke rhymes
Me I got the right rhymes, always comin' out tight rhymes
Break a ***** see the light rhymes
Want to fight rhymes? Naw ***** not tonight rhymes
Get your girl I just might rhyme
And the story go, for the thugs even Nore know
The gory flow, can't be faded
Prayed it down, laid it down, and I'm gone
Take double-steps turn around and show em


[Crooked Lettaz 2]
Now it's that Crooked Letta hot ****
Old block rockin' locked quick
Rhymes shined with hot spit
Why'all speak about shine I write rhymes
Then I burn clicks, and give em this
Your platinum plaque's counterfeit
You shipped gold, is what I was told
Your airplay was bought hits
Payola Motorola cell phones
Where you spent all these ends, then he's gone
In the wind poof, ain't no proof, a super sleuth
Couldn't find his shoes
I wrap heads, like bad news
And bust bass and blow a fuse
Then I move to Baton Rouge like, Snoop on the move
I'm like Megatron, an underground rap **** phenomenon
I blow up in my Prime (And after that?)
Then I move to Cybertron, with Omega Supreme
But it seems that I gotta sit back and pray (Back and pray)
To God that these *****s won't take me away (Why?)
I say it seems that I gotta sit back and pray
To God that these *****s won't take me away


Firewater huh?
You see them *****s bouncin'
Want to see them *****s bouncin'
Want to see them *****s bouncin'!
Sittin' on whatever why all ****in' *****s sittin' on
That chrome **** huh?
Seventeen inch ****
Twenty inch ****
Twenty-two inch ****
**** that ****, let the **** glisten
Let the **** glisten
Let the **** glisten! Huh?
Let the **** glisten! Huh?
If why all *****s ain't got a car wash
Why all *****s need to go Uptown right now
And get your **** washed
And get the inside done up, you feel?
You feel me?
Get that inside done up
Make sure your speakers is blowin'
Cause if the **** is at a low level
It ain't even penetratin'
Turn the **** the **** up, huh?
Thugged Out, Crooked Lettaz, what the **** is up?
Turn **** the **** up!

CD 1
  • 1 Flickin' Twankies
  • 2 Firewater Boyz
  • 3 Welcome to Jackson (intro)
  • 4 Pay Your Dues
  • 5 Twerk Something (radio)
  • 6 Living
  • 7 Lil' Jones (radio)
  • 8 Akmil's Revenge (interlude)
  • 9 Get Crunk (radio)
  • 10 Uh Huh
  • 11 My Lil' Cousin Sweets (interlude)
  • 12 Trill
  • 13 Dope Popper
  • 14 If I Had a Choice (radio)
  • 15 Whomp! Whompalude!
  • 16 No! Mo!!! (BITCH WHAT!!!!)
  • 17 Spazz Out
  • 18 Joe Smuckatelly (interlude)
  • 19 Ain't Nothing
  • 20 Firewater
  • 21 Eulogy