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Vārdi: Timbaland. Welcome To Our World. 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, our way
We got the pistols around our, 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 cut her up? 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?

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

You know, we got plenty of smokin', open for pussy pokin'
Clown, but we ain't jokin', 2 pound of weed tokin'
Beep me at 12, noon, after my cartoons
Later for beach moves 'cause you gonna be high soon

Now you got your bowl, shorty, nursin' a cheap forty
Lordy was shootin' dice, point and you win a forty
Six be a damn point, roll and you hit the joint
Lookin' for blazing, dude, your head was a juke joint

So as 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 do

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 be my grand prize
Smokin' was no surprise, I'm out with my true lies

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

Playa's knockin', rockin', hoes clockin', jockin'
Yeah, sweatin', gettin', thugs threatenin', beatin
Dice shootin', smokin', hootie hootin', loakin'
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 that 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 da' air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah
All I smell is smoke in da' air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah

Ride it, uh, ride it, bitch
Ride it, uh, ride it, bitch, say what? Huh
Yo babe, come her, now let me get that

Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?
Can you hear me? Can you feel me?
Can you hear me? Can you feel me?
Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?
Get off, baby

Check this switch out, baby
Let me talk to you for a minute
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