Snoop Dogg, JANE HANDCOCK, Uncle Murda - It's In The Air lyrics

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
Haha
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
Haha
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
Got shot, shot niggas
I been through all that shit
Wanted Jordans back when my mama
Couldn't afford them shit's
Watching her struggle made me not
Wanna be a civilian
Acquired the finer things in life
By being a villain
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
You gon' find out who is who
When you fighting for your freedom
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
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

It's in the air
It's everywhere
Said, it's in the air
It's in the air
It's everywhere
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
Look into my eyes 'til your pupils dilate
And if you really want that smoke
Then I must annihilate
Fly away with no one
'Pon my return, I'm on one
Which leads me to plead the fifth
On the sixth and the seventh
I was blowing an eighth
On the ninth and the tenth, I was back in LA
On the eleventh and the twelfth
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
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