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Timbaland & Magoo - Smoke In Da Air feat. Static Major & Playa (Visualizer)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Timbaland
Timbaland
Performer
Magoo
Magoo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Magoo
Magoo
Songwriter
Static Major
Static Major
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Magoo
Magoo
Producer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Timothy Mosley, Melvin Barcliff, Stephen Garrett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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