Fire It Up
Da Brat Lyrics


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My day starts out light, but it is very heavy as the night approach;
When I take flow from all dat smoke dat I smoke, no joke.
As I commence to take flight, it's gotta be first class 'cause this ass
Could give a fuck about coach... bitch.
(How high do you fly when you fly back?)
From da bottom to top; top to bottom and back.
Now as I lay me in da cup, gettin' fucked up,
Puffin' on blunts, and comin' up with some mo' of dat funky stuff.
Rough and tough is not enough to keep my focus;
No, it's dat hocus pocus, abracadabra, smokeyas;
Fills up da room as I breathe again.
One smoke from da ghetto; it's dem braids, and
When flossing in my benz, with my friends, it begins.
Smell the aroma puttin' you in a coma;
It's dat super sanky dank that'll make ya faint, go blank.
Hey, when I hits da door, all my niggas say...

[Chorus]
Adi, adi, adi, adi, ah... (It's probably all dat chronic that I smoke.)
Oh, how we love it when ya fire it up.
Adi, adi, adi, adi, ah... layin' in da cut, gettin' real fucked up.
Layin' in da cut, gettin' real fucked up.

It's a new day, new day; truly, ain't nathin' changed.
Fall up out my bed to the same ol' thangs.
Your average, everyday, black, surrounded. Barbecue, a little weed.
It's some niggas with some bass pounding.
One o'clock is da time to raise.
Take a shower, brush my teeth, and correct my braids.
Now listen up to what I say, because this typa shit... it happens everyday, and
(I gotta place where I soak some, so...) In da summer it's a coolin',
In da winter it's a smoke, ho.
Twenty feet away from da house, in da back,
Surrounded by a gate draped in all black its.
(It's where me and my homies go smokin' on that thang till it ain't no mo'.)
How we smoke? (We smoke till I blast some mo'.)
Doin' my thang, kickin' back, relax, and then...

[Chrous x 2]

We like to smoke, we like to smoke, we like to smoke, baaaby.
We like to smoke, we like to smoke, we like to smoke, baaaby.




We like to smoke, we like to smoke, we like to smoke, baaaby.
We like to smoke, we like to smoke, we like to smoke, baaaby.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Da Brat's "Fire It Up" describe the singer's love for smoking weed and the effect it has on her day-to-day life. The song suggests that smoking is a routine activity, something that happens every day, in the morning and at night. The singer uses smoking to escape from the world around her, and she revels in the feeling of being high. Throughout the song, she describes smoking weed as a transformative experience, one that takes her on a flight and enhances her senses. The lyrics suggest that smoking is a communal activity, something that the singer does with her friends, and that it has a powerful, almost magical effect on the people around her.


There's a strong sense of rebellion in the lyrics, as the singer scoffs at the idea of flying coach and revels in her status as someone who doesn't care about the rules. There's also a sense of defiance, a refusal to conform to societal norms and expectations. The lyrics suggest that smoking is a way of pushing back against a world that is often too harsh and unforgiving. Overall, the song is a celebration of the joys and pleasures of smoking weed, and the sense of freedom it can bring.


Line by Line Meaning

My day starts out light, but it is very heavy as the night approach;
I start my day feeling good, but as the night comes closer, I smoke so much that I feel heavy.


When I take flow from all dat smoke dat I smoke, no joke.
I smoke a lot of weed, and it's not a joke.


As I commence to take flight, it's gotta be first class 'cause this ass / Could give a fuck about coach... bitch.
When I get high, it's like flying, and I prefer high quality weed because I don't care about anything less.


From da bottom to top; top to bottom and back.
I smoke so much that I feel like I'm going from the bottom to the top and back again.


Now as I lay me in da cup, gettin' fucked up, / Puffin' on blunts, and comin' up with some mo' of dat funky stuff.
I'm getting high, smoking blunts, and coming up with ideas for more weed.


Rough and tough is not enough to keep my focus; / No, it's dat hocus pocus, abracadabra, smokeyas;
Just being tough is not enough for me to stay focused, I need the magic of smoking weed.


Fills up da room as I breathe again. / One smoke from da ghetto; it's dem braids, and
As I smoke, the room fills up with the smell of the weed, which is from the ghetto and reminds me of my braids.


When flossing in my benz, with my friends, it begins.
When I'm riding in my Mercedes with my friends, that's when the weed smoking begins.


It's dat super sanky dank that'll make ya faint, go blank.
The weed I smoke is so strong that it can make you faint and blank out.


Adi, adi, adi, adi, ah... (It's probably all dat chronic that I smoke.) / Oh, how we love it when ya fire it up.
I love to smoke weed, and everyone loves it when I light up.


Layin' in da cut, gettin' real fucked up.
I'm lying down, smoking weed, and getting really high.


It's a new day, new day; truly, ain't nathin' changed.
It's a new day, but nothing has really changed for me.


Fall up out my bed to the same ol' thangs.
I wake up to the same old routine.


Your average, everyday, black, surrounded. Barbecue, a little weed.
I'm just an average black person, surrounded by others like me, and we like to smoke weed and have barbecues.


It's some niggas with some bass pounding. / One o'clock is da time to raise.
There are some guys playing loud music with a lot of bass, and it's time to get high at one in the afternoon.


Take a shower, brush my teeth, and correct my braids.
I take care of myself before getting high, making sure I'm clean and looking good with my braids.


In da summer it's a coolin', / In da winter it's a smoke, ho.
In the summer, smoking weed is a way to cool off, and in the winter, it's just a way to get high.


Twenty feet away from da house, in da back, / Surrounded by a gate draped in all black its.
I smoke weed in the back of the house, twenty feet away, and it's surrounded by a gate covered in black fabric.


How we smoke? (We smoke till I blast some mo'.)
We smoke until there's no more left.


Doin' my thang, kickin' back, relax, and then...
I'm doing my own thing, relaxing, and just taking it easy.


We like to smoke, we like to smoke, we like to smoke, baaaby.
I really like to smoke weed, and I like it a lot.




Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CLEMON TIMOTHY JR. RILEY, DWAYNE P. WIGGINS, JOHN T. JR. SMITH

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