Lyrics It’s In The Air - Snoop Dogg , 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) ha-ha, 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
Ha-ha, 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 (no)

Got shot, shot niggas, I been through all that shit (that true)
Wanted Jordans back when my mama couldn't afford them shits (she couldn't)
Watching her struggle made me not wanna be a civilian
Acquired the finer things in life by being a villain (bang)

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

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 (they good!)
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 (bang)

It's in the air, it's everywhere
(Said, it's in the air)
It's in the air, it's everywhere
(Ooh-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 (woo)

Look into my eyes 'til your pupils dilate
And if you really want that smoke, then I must annihilate
Fly away (fly away-way-way) with no one
'Pon my return, I'm on one (yes)

Which leads me to plead the fifth (yeah)
On the sixth and the seventh, I was blowing an eighth
On the ninth and the tenth, I was back in LA
On the 11th and the 12th, 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-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