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"Put It In The Air" (feat. Sky) [19 second instrumental to open] [Sky] Who's hot, who's not; I been the hottest thing on the West, ever since the death of Tupac Kept my crack in clear capsules with blue tops And it's still nothin for me to get you shot You see him? Yup, the same ol' pimp Sky baller, and ain't nuttin changed but my limp Natural born player, mine not a lame or a simp The world is mine, you see my name on a blimp Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, play the Bahamas now Youse a donkey, I'ma piranha clown I keep thick bread, in the pockets of my sweats While I'm drivin I get head in the cockpit of my 'Vette And my game is sharp as a mosquito's needle As far as the charts, young S be's the Beatles Purple haze smoke in the urr, blow in the wind The rims right there when I stop they still go and they spin I can teach you how to stunt boy, and pop that trunk boy Them city slickers ain't never been punks boy So fix your ice grill, and your mean mug Unless you wanna feel a few M-16 slugs [Chorus 2X: The Game] Nigga you got a blunt then put it in the air Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air Play with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers [The Game] I ain't got no time for fake ones, so don't think for a second I won't pull this 45 and put your stomach where your neck is