F!RE (Put It In The Air) - The Knux

You know I got the fire

And know NY to Cali though

Way down in ATL they smokin' and drink, oh

But do my thing in St. Louis, Chicago

Kick out, kick out

Then you flip out, flip out

Then you dip out, dip out

Tell ‘em (Put it in the air)

Kick out, kick out

Then you flip out, flip out

Then you dip out, dip out

Tell ‘em (Put it in the air)

Well it’s your nigga lookin' jiggy riggy Rah

Extraterrestrial hoes give me the jar

Jaw jacker, 99 percent perfecto

Millie hot booze in my biz more like peptol, cold

Show room floor to the gazebo

U.F.O.

bang the U.F.O.

shoe game

Sheet freak man, The Knux, that’s the two names

Staring on the whippy ass, this the very Shu Shang

Skating on two, though, straight from the hoe

To the booth in the VIP with the

Krispy, that’s my dawg, I play Alpha

He play Mohawk like Indian man Tanaka

Chuck Taylor low rise, blue denim, blue star

like Beckham the concoction

Roll with the city boy, chic model, body type

Mad kicks, clean figure, nails made, you got it right

You know I got the fire

And know NY to Cali though

Way down in ATL they smokin' and drink, oh

But do my thing in St. Louis, Chicago

Kick out, kick out

Then you flip out, flip out

Then you dip out, dip out

Tell ‘em (Put it in the air)

Kick out, kick out

Then you flip out, flip out

Then you dip out, dip out

Tell ‘em (Put it in the air)

Georgia raise your speakers

Cheesecake, Bistro, pea coat and sneakers

Fresh day facial, my bad fresh basil

B-racial hazel eyes bitch

stuck with the slim broad

Tryna get my dick higher than the tower of Nimrod

Ay, but no brains

She like to play the mental games, I laugh (hahaha)

So look at Rah, flesh fresh, deaf and cleaned up

Flexin', brown leather jacket, downtown casino

You ain’t know rectangular

Ending up in more bars than the phones at Cingular

Won’t see me

Way hot Vespa, laptop and a Latte (a Latte?)

Yes, yes thank you man

I be damn if I ain’t best dressed thinking man

You know I got the fire

And know NY to Cali though

Way down in ATL they smokin' and drink, oh

I do my thing in St. Louis, Chicago

Kick out, kick out

Then you flip out, flip out

Then you dip out, dip out

Tell ‘em (Put it in the air)

Kick out, kick out

Then you flip out, flip out

Then you dip out, dip out

Tell ‘em (Put it in the air)

You know I got the fire

And know NY to Cali though

Way down in ATL they smokin' and drink, oh

But I do my thing in St. Louis, Chicago

Kick out, kick out

Then you flip out, flip out

Then you dip out, dip out

Tell ‘em (Put it in the air)

Kick out, kick out

Then you flip out, flip out

Then you dip out, dip out

Tell ‘em (Put it in the air)