Smoke In Da' Air

To my niggas
How you feel?
Can we chill?
Or do we have to pop that steel?
Cause it's a hot day around our way
We got the pistols around our waist
Hate to kill a nigga, why?
Cause my nigga style he's got that killa, what?
What do you mean killa?
I mean that bee
Those ganja trees
Those cut up leaves
Please can I get a puff? what? (what?)
Please can I get a puff? what? (what?)
With my wi-atch
Pretend that I am ri-ach
Please, please, can I, can I lick that cli-at, what?
You can go down
You can go down, go down
You can go down, girl I was just playing around
Now, back to my focus
Y'all gonna be my soldiers
And I'm gonna be the bank broker (what?)

All I smell is smoke in the air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah
All I smell is smoke in the air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah

You know we got plenty of smokin'
Open for pussy pokin'
Clown but we ain't jokin'
Two pound of weed token
Beep me at twelve noon
After my cartoons
Later a peach moves, 'cause you gonna be high soon
Now you got your bowl shorty
Nursin' a cheap forty
Lordy was shootin' dice
Point and you winn forty
Six be a damn point
Roll and you hit the joint
Lookin for blazing dude
Your head was a juke joint
So you get two dimes
'Cause you got two highs
Two niggas want to smoke
So you got two lies
Think you see two hoes
Cause hoes got to smoke too
Hope you got ten yards
Cause this blunt will never due
See I remain true
Only toke two lies
Just to the two guys
No shake with my damn fries
Open your freakin' eyes
'Cause blunt my grand prize
Smokin was no surprise
I'm out with my true lies

All I smell is smoke in the air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah
All I smell is smoke in the air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah

Playa's knockin', rockin'
Hoes clockin', jockin'
Yeah sweatin', gettin'
Thugs threatin', beatin'
Dice shootin', smokin'
Hootie hootin', loukin'
Gun, I got your token
Lick, I got hoes open
No chumpin', bumpin'
Timb's speakers thumpin'
Making your moves somethin'
Rode, it would be jumpin'
Hoe humpin', freakin'
Hoes silly, leakin'
Took it up, weekend
All night freakin'
Which trick I'm dickin'
Hope she lickin'
My Kentucky chicken
Damn this enough pickin'
Just groupin', chillin'
Ready able, willin'
If they blunts, they fillin'
Party people you dealin' with another level

All I smell is smoke in the air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah
All I smell is smoke in the air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah

Ride, uh
Ride it bitch
Ride it, uh
Ride it bitch
Say what? uh
Yo babe, come here
Now let me get that (ooooh)
Say what? (ooooh)
Say what? (ooooh)
Say what? (ooooh)
Say what? (ooooh)
Can you hear me? (ooooh)
Can you feel me? uh (ooooh)
Can you hear me? (oooh)
Can you feel me? uh (oooh)
Say what? (ooooh)
Say what? uh (ooooh)
Say what? (ooooh)
Say what? (ooooh)
Get on baby (oooh)
Check this switch out baby (ooooh)
Let me talk to you for a minute (ooooh)

Can we get kinky tonight
I got so many things on my mind
I never seen a girl so fly, ha
I want you to do me, do me