Something in the air just leaves me breathless I've got enough for you to test this 'Cause you have no wilder smile And you get reason after a while Something
've got enough for you to test this. 'cause you have no wilder smile and you cant reason after a while. Something feels so home today. Something feels like
Traduzione: Kind Of Like Spitting. Something In The Air.
t get cooked by the pilot light I can smell metal in the air tonight I can smell metal in the air tonight I can smell metal in the air tonight Don't get
's the kind of brainstorm I get So when the wind starts blowing, shit, talking about goin' in? Goin' insane's more like it! Wizard of words when he he spits
up in da house I'm a car knocker, jeep rocker, six locker Girls stop for us and everything's proper Drop it like this and then like that Like that, like
they sent a dude with a calling card, he said, do what you like, but don't do it here Well I jumped up, spit in the air, fell on the ground, asked wich
style And goin' off by a crack in my units I'ma stick to the shit that made The Click The super kind, I love to spit That nigga 40 vicious, he got speech
[E-40 and B-Legit: talking] Hey what's E, Ah I can't call it just chill like an alcoholic It's like that huh, yeah Hey what's up with lil' baby you had
[Hell Rell] I slow flowed y'all to death These hustlas actin' like they coke hard to stretch Any broads wantin' me to put cash in they purse Like they
history, your absence a mystery Dried your game up like an antihistamine Put that on Big Pimp and Mr. G This'll be, something that people can ride to Laid back, track cool like
-four And there was an air about him that one could not ignore And in spite of callused hands & dirty clothes, his face was kind And I wanted so to know
Been Kind Of Like A Whirlwind Phase I Mean I Had My Share Of Women Now A Nigga Gettin Girls For Days With Most Of Em Its Seemin Like They World Is Staged
Hell Rell] I slow flowed y'all to death These hustlas actin' like they coke hard to stretch Any broads wantin' me to put cash in they purse Like they
, oh), yea yea, oh I feel like dancing I feel like dancing I smell something in the air that's making me (high) I said I smell something in the air
s just obnoxious I could take off these bandages and Expose these papercuts And put them in the air with both my middle fingers up or talk about myself in third person like
2:] From day one it's been me and you living that street life, Spitting rhymes under street lights, Never ran from a street fight, You was like my brother
drop Chain's bigger than Chuck D and Flava's clock Yeah boy, Sheek kinda hot these days Hold the heat when I spit, need ten ice trays D-Block what up