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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Timbaland
Künstler:in
Magoo
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Melvin Barcliff
Komponist:in
Stephen Garrett
Komponist:in
Timothy Mosley
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Timbaland
Produzent:in
Magoo
Produzent:in
Letras
[Intro]
To my ****
How you feel?
Can we chill?
Or do we have to pack that steel?
'Cause it's a hot day, around our way
We got the pistols, around our waist
[Verse 1]
Hate to kill a ****, why?
Cause my **** Static 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 up, what?
With my bitch
Pretend that I am rich
Please, can I, can I lick that clit, 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?
[Chorus]
All I smell is smoke in the air
(Say what?)
(Ha ha, say what, say what?)
Nothin' but the fools downstairs
(Like that, like that)
(Like that ****, say)
All I smell is smoke in the air
(Say what, say what, say?)
Nothin but the fools downstairs
(Magoo what?)
[Verse 2]
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 win 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 **** 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 told two lies
Just to them 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]
All I smell is smoke in the air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs
All I smell is smoke in the air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs
[Verse 3]
Playa's knockin', rockin'
Hoes clockin', jockin
Yeah sweatin', gettin'
Thugs threatin', betin'
Dice shootin', smokin'
Hootie hootin, loccin'
Gun, I got your token
Liquor, got hoes open
No chumpin', bumpin'
Timb's speakers thumpin'
Making your moves somethin'
Rode, it would be jumpin'
Hoes 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
[Verse 4]
All I smell is smoke in the air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs
All I smell is smoke in the air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs
[Outro]
Ride it
Ride it bitch
Ride it
Ride it bitch
Say what?
Yo baby, 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
Check this switch out baby
Let me talk to you for a minute
[Outro]
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
Written by: Melvin Barcliff, Stephen Garrett, Timothy Mosley