Lyrics Smoke In The Air - C.L. Smooth

Smoke In The Air

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