Smoke In Da' Air Lyrics - Welcome To Our World - 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, 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? 

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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 

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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