Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Crime Mob
Crime Mob
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
A. Smith
A. Smith
Autoría
Brittany Carpentero
Brittany Carpentero
Autoría
C. Henderson
C. Henderson
Autoría
Jarques Usher
Jarques Usher
Autoría
V. Lewis
V. Lewis
Autoría
Jonathan "Lil J" Lewis
Jonathan "Lil J" Lewis
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Warren Bletcher
Warren Bletcher
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Darryl "Lil Scrappy" Richardson
Darryl "Lil Scrappy" Richardson
Producción ejecutiva
Emperor Searcy
Emperor Searcy
Producción ejecutiva
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Producción ejecutiva
Rob McDowell
Rob McDowell
Producción ejecutiva
Vince Phillips
Vince Phillips
Producción ejecutiva
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Masterización
Chris Carmouche
Chris Carmouche
Ingeniería de mezcla
Jonathan "Lil J" Lewis
Jonathan "Lil J" Lewis
Producción
Mike Wilson
Mike Wilson
Ingeniería de grabación
II DARRYL RICHARDSON
II DARRYL RICHARDSON
Producción ejecutiva

Letra

Crime Mob: Sign In The Air Lyrics
LIL JAY:
I got ma sign in the air
But these **** unaware
That we never gave a f**k we gives a damn if you don't care
I'm with my **** shakin hair shakin dreads in this bitch
Them otha **** in the club dat be scared talkin shit
Hiding right behind they homies hesitated to throw up signs
Ima put it in his face and slap that boy f**kn blind
I'm a player on da grind
Ella' Jay don't give a shit
See me crunk off in the club
Throw ma sign up like this
PRINCESS:
A Throw yo sign in the air
Let them **** know what set yo claim
Ellenwood dat be ma hood
And where the best is known to hang
In the club crunk
Drunk as hell
Pockets stay the fattest
Quick to buck up on a hoe
Cuz East side bitches be the baddest
Neva backin down
Act a clown I'll show you its nothing
Throw dat E up in yo face
I pulled yo card so get the buckin
You know the deal
And talkin shit is wastin time
So let it be known
That I'm about mine
And I am not scared to throw up dat sign bitch
CHORUS:
A put yo sign in the air
If you feel it
They don't won't it
Way high in the air
Just like this (x4)
*DIAMOND*
And If they dealin with violence ****
I'm strapped and I'm ridin
Cuz if you want it I got it
Ma cliques the reason you hottest
I got my burrow
Ma clique
Ma zone and sign in the air
We ain't boss claimin
You name it
I'll throw ma sign anywhere
And flip a middle finger for a hater up in ma face
Just know the circumstance
Ain't no second chances yo way
So when you reppin yo sets
Yo city, Hood, and Yo trap
Just keep you mouth close
And dem eyes open and watch yo back
M.I.G.:
I throw it up
I put ma sign in the mothaf**kin air
If yall **** feelin me
Then throw a mothfukin chair
**** wanna know where ya from
This is do it there
If you from the hood
Throw it up 'cuz **** you don't care
Get ya head knocked off
In the streets it ain't fair
Im from Ellenwood man
I smoke weed and drink beer
I put ma sign way high
Cuz I ain't playin this year
Heated thang on me
I be makin **** disappear
CHORUS
CYCO BLACK:
North side clique
Let 'em know what hood you represent
Eastside Southside Northside Westside
All us **** in this bitch
Represent
Its all good leave the club if you don't
Cuz you be dem type of **** dat get cracked 'gainst the dome
Take it home
Give a f**k
We don't need you up in here
Bitch made **** get no love
This a thug atmosphere
Dirty slum in yo ear
This bullshit ain't neva died
Put yo sign in that air
All my real **** gone ride
CHORUS
Written by: A. Smith, Brittany Carpentero, C. Henderson, J Lewis, Jarques Usher, V. Lewis
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