Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air
But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there
Uptown roamers, and south side riders
And the air force scrambles fighters
Until all the air bubbles have popped.
See, where i come from is hard
Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.
Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair
Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire
I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air
Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair
Then why the fuck am i yellin at air
I'm running out of air
They tryin to say that i don't care
And if they did, they didn't care
I can smell it in the air
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