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Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Chant
JANE HANDCOCK
JANE HANDCOCK
Chant
Uncle Murda
Uncle Murda
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Paroles/Composition
Dominick Lamb
Dominick Lamb
Paroles/Composition
Lenny Grant
Lenny Grant
Paroles/Composition
Myariah Summers
Myariah Summers
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Nottz
Nottz
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Yeah I need somethin' from David Ruffin right now Where you at David? Kick some shit for me, cuh (It's in the air) yeah (It's everywhere) ha-ha, yeah Uncle Murda I know you with me, nigga (It's in the air) it's in the air (It's everywhere) I smell you, nigga Ha-ha, Snoop, I feel it in the air West Coast, East Coast, you know the vibes I used to be a soldier, nigga, I did what I was told Bossed up, got niggas under me now that I control Got interrogated for homicides, I ain't never fold Sold drugs, sold pussy, ain't never sell my soul (no) Got shot, shot niggas, I been through all that shit (that true) Wanted Jordans back when my mama couldn't afford them shits (she couldn't) Watching her struggle made me not wanna be a civilian Acquired the finer things in life by being a villain (bang) If you ain't played the field, you wouldn't understand my story All them robberies we committed back then was mandatory (they was) All your niggas might not be there for you when you need them (woo) You gon' find out who is who when you fighting for your freedom (woo) You in a gang, you'd be a fool to think everyone loyal My kids don't know nothing 'bout struggling, all of them spoiled (they good!) That's why I do this shit, thought y'all niggas knew this shit If I can't put food on they table, I'ma start shooting shit (bang) It's in the air, it's everywhere (Said, it's in the air) It's in the air, it's everywhere (Ooh-ooh) Let me in this motherfucker, Murda When yo-yonder, we ponder, slip raindrops Shit don't stop, we be rocking 'til the pain stops Meditate, take a hit and levitate Sit your ass down, boy, let me get your head straight (woo) Look into my eyes 'til your pupils dilate And if you really want that smoke, then I must annihilate Fly away (fly away-way-way) with no one 'Pon my return, I'm on one (yes) Which leads me to plead the fifth (yeah) On the sixth and the seventh, I was blowing an eighth On the ninth and the tenth, I was back in LA On the 11th and the 12th, I was in the UK Ask anybody, regulate it, separate it A tall glass of orange juice, concentrate it Spraying niggas down with the sucker repellant So you can smell what I'm smoking, and you can see what I'm selling, nigga It's in the air, it's everywhere It's in the air, it's everywhere Ooh-ooh Yeah, it's in the air And I'm talking 'bout love, love is in the air See, love is a deadly word though It's a thin line between love and hate, my nigga See, 'cause a nigga could hate you so much, right? But he really love you
Writer(s): Calvin Broadus, Dominick Lamb, Norman Whitfield, Edward Jr. Holland, Cornelius Grant, Leonard Grant, Brian Reid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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