Smoke In The Air - C.L. Smooth

We gon' take it to the streets now

C.L.

Smooth

Back harder than ever

I been in this game for years, it made me a animal

A come from nothin' at all, I’m more than I can handle

And pass through it flyin' colors, in the back page article

To see my face grace them covers

You see the birth of a real gangsta, taste and smell it

Flip and sell it and live it to tell it

This is my theme music to enter, squeeze 'til I’m empty

C.L.

pop on out, crowd in a frenzy

I harness that energy, and bring it through them sets

Where they rally spendin' some paper, lik who’s on the Mets

This is franchise taggin', when I switch the shoes on the wagon

See me cruise through the block slow, laughin'

Blickies on cot, runnin' 'round here thinkin' they can bite me

I’m the man that you be takin' too lightly

And not afraid to get filthy, you22 fail to recognize

How they built me, 'til the judge say, «Corey Penn, not guilty»

Put your hands up

Put your hands up

Put your hands up

High, high, high, high

There comes a time when you fake it, you cannot mistake it

C.L.'ll hurt somethin', you ain’t heard nothin'

I could bang 'em out stuntin', or lay up in the cut

And pick the brains of some ol' heads on who got what

I need no introductions, if all I got is soldiers in the street

Waitin' for instructions, I’m pressin' buttons

While my comeback is so climatic

It always keep them ladies on a track like it’s Danica Patrick

Automatic the six-shooter, dependin' on how dirty I do ya

We can go around you or come through ya

Have no respect, let 'em see me step to my biz

You know what it is, my broads say, «They just kids»

But whatever, better get ya little act together

Can’t stand heat you’ll crack under pressure

Here’s the truth, when all I really show is the proof

Is why C.L.

just come through and raise the roof, listen

Put your hands up

Put your hands up

Put your hands up

High, high, high, high

Smoke in the air, guerillas in the mist

Same time you watch house money, dangle from my wrist

All I got is action and murder, and plots you can’t solve

When it comes to family business, you don’t get invovled

Haters say I’m chasin' the past, say it won’t last

But on the low, you know they know, I got the game on smash

Burn blocks down and post up the most wanted

All I do is feel up straight dimes and peel hun’eds

What a life, huh?

I’m set, the maintain the fact

Or catch a bad decision you will soon live to regret

'Cause I’m not here to fit in, I’m here to get right in

This is a takeover, rap needs a makeover

A new President, the same time tear your face off

But still know how to take it with intelligence

C.L.

in the spot, the fans give it all they got

I start from the bottom and rise to the top, come on

Put your hands up

Put your hands up

Put your hands up

High, high, high, high