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Timbaland & Magoo Welcome To Our World Smoke In Da' Air (feat. Static) [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 |
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