Smoke In Da` Air(feat Static Lyrics

Smoke In Da` Air(feat Static lyrics

[Timbaland:]

 

 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?

 Please... can I get a puff? What?

 With my wiatch

 Pretend that I am riach

 Please, please, can I, can I lick that cliat

 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?

 

 [Chorus:]

 

 All I smell is smoke in da' air

 Nuthin but thefools downstairs (drag stairs)

 Yeah

 All I smell is smoke in da' air

 Nuthin but the fools downstairs (drag stairs)

 Yeah

 

 [Timbaland (behind the chorus):]

 

 Say what?

 Ha ha, say what? Say what?

 Like dat

 Like dat 

 Like dat nigga

 Say what?

 Say what? Say what? Say what?

 Magoo what?

 

 [Magoo:]

 

 You know we got plenty of smokin'

 Open for pussy pokin'

 Clown but we ain't jokin'

 2 pound of weed token

 Beep me at 12 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

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Timbaland (behind the chorus):]

 

 Say what?

 Say what? Say what?

 Say what? Say what?

 Say what? Say what?

 

 [Static:]

 

 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

 Hook 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

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Timbaland (behind chorus):]

 

 Say what?

 Say what? Say what?

 Say what? Say what?

 Ride it 

 

 [Timbaland:]

 

 Ride it bitch

 Ride it

 Ride it bitch

 Say what?

 Yo babe, come her

 Now let me get that (Oooooh)

 Say what? (Oooooh)

 Say what?  (Oooooh)

 Say what? (Oooooh)

 Say what? (Oooooh)

 Can you hear me? (Oooooh)

 Can you feel me? (Oooooh)

 Can you hear me? (Ooooh)

 Can you feel me? (Ooooh)

 Say what? (Oooooh)

 Say what? (Oooooh)

 Say what? (Oooooh)

 Say what? (Oooooh)

 Get off baby (Ooooh)

 (Oooooh)

 Check this switch out baby (Ooooh)

 Let me talk to you for a minute (Ooooh)

 (Change beat to "Can We" by SWV)

 Can we get kinky tonight

 I got so many things on my mind

 I never seen a girl so fly

 I want you to do me, do me