paroles de chanson Smoke In the Air - C.L. Smooth

Wo gonna take it to the streets, man!
C.L Smooth
Back harder than ever!
I been in this game for years,
It made me a animal,
A come from nothing at all,
To more than i can handle,
Pass through with flying colors,
In the back page article,
See my face raise them covers,
You see the birth of a real gansta,
Taste it, smell it,
Flip it and sell it I'm livin to tell it,
This is my theme music to enter,
Squeeze till I'm empty,
C.L pop on out,
Crowd in a frenzy,
I harness that energy and bring it to them sets,
Where they really spend some papers, like who's on the mets?
This is franchise taggin,
When i switch the shoes on the wagon,
See me cruise through the block slow laughing,
(...) running round here thinking they can bite me,
I'm the man you be takin too lightly,
I'm not afraid to get filthy you fail to recognize,
I'll be buildin to the judge saying CORY BEN- NOT GUILTY,
Ah
Put your hands up
Ah
Put your hands up
Ah
Put your hands up
High, high, high, high
There comes a time when you can' fake it,
You cannot mistake it- C.L'a heard somethin- you ain't heard nothin
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