Letra de It’s In the Air - Snoop Dogg

(Feat. ["Uncle Murda","JANE HANDCOCK"])

Yeah

I need somethin' from David Ruffin right now

Where you at, David?

Kick some shit for me, cuh

It's in the air

Yeah

It's everywhere

Haha

Yeah

Uncle Murda

I know you with me, nigga

It's in the air

It's in the air

It's everywhere

I smell you, nigga

Haha

Snoop, I feel it in the air

West Coast, East Coast, you know the vibes

I used to be a soldier, nigga, I did what I was told

Bossed up, got niggas under me now that I control

Got interrogated for homicides, I ain't never fold

Sold drugs, sold pussy, ain't never sell my soul

Got shot, shot niggas, I been through all that shit

Wanted Jordans back when my mama couldn't afford them shits

Watching her struggle made me not wanna be a civilian

Acquired the finer things in life by being a villain

If you ain't played the field, you wouldn't understand my story

All them robberies we committed back then was mandatory (They was)

All your niggas might not be there for you when you need them

You gon' find out who is who when you fighting for your freedom

You in a gang, you'd be a fool to think everyone loyal

My kids don't know nothing 'bout struggling, all of them spoiled

That's why I do this shit, thought y'all niggas knew this shit

If I can't put food on they table, I'ma start shooting shit

It's in the air

It's everywhere

Said, it's in the air

It's in the air

It's everywhere

Ooh

Let me in this motherfucker, Murda

When yo-yonder, we ponder, slip raindrops

Shit don't stop, we be rocking 'til the pain stops

Meditate, take a hit and levitate

Sit your ass down, boy, let me get your head straight

Look into my eyes 'til your pupils dilate

And if you really want that smoke, then I must annihilate

Fly away with no one

'Pon my return, I'm on one

Which leads me to plead the fifth

On the sixth and the seventh, I was blowing an eighth

On the ninth and the tenth, I was back in LA

On the eleventh and the twelfth, I was in the UK

Ask anybody, regulate it

Separate it

A tall glass of orange juice, concentrate it

Spraying niggas down with the sucker repellant

So you can smell what I'm smoking and you can see what I'm selling, nigga

It's in the air

It's everywhere

It's in the air

It's everywhere

Ooh

Yeah, it's in the air

And I'm talking 'bout love, love is in the air

See, love is a deadly word though

It's a thin line between love and hate, my nigga

See, 'cause a nigga could hate you so much, right?

But he really love you

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