(feat. Static)    [Timbaland:]    To my niggas  How you feel?  Can we chill?  Or do we have to pop that steel?  Cause it's a hot day around our way   We got the pistols around our waist  Hate to kill a nigga, why?   Cause my nigga style he's got that killa, what?  What do you mean killa?  I mean that bee  Those ganja trees  Those cut up leaves  Please... can I get a puff? What?  Please... can I get a puff? What?  With my wiatch  Pretend that I am riach  Please, please, can I, can I lick that cliat  You can go down  You can go down, go down  You can go down, girl I was just playing around  Now   Back to my focus  Y'all gonna be my soldiers  And I'm gonna be the bank broker  What?    [Chorus:]    All I smell is smoke in da' air  Nuthin but thefools downstairs (drag stairs)  Yeah  All I smell is smoke in da' air  Nuthin but the fools downstairs (drag stairs)  Yeah    [Timbaland (behind the chorus):]    Say what?  Ha ha, say what? Say what?  Like dat  Like dat   Like dat nigga  Say what?  Say what? Say what? Say what?  Magoo what?    [Magoo:]    You know we got plenty of smokin'  Open for pussy pokin'  Clown but we ain't jokin'  2 pound of weed token  Beep me at 12 noon  After my cartoons  Later a peach moves cause you gonna be high soon  Now you got your bowl shorty  Nursin' a cheap forty  Lordy was shootin' dice  Point and you winn forty  Six be a damn point  Roll and you hit the joint  Lookin for blazing dude  Your head was a juke joint  So you get two dimes   Cause you got two highs  Two niggas want to smoke  So you got two lies  Think you see two hoes  Cause hoes got to smoke too  Hope you got ten yards  Cause this blunt will never due  See I remain true  Only toke two lies  Just to the two guys  No shake with my damn fries  Open your freakin' eyes  Cause blunt my grand prize  Smokin was no surprise  I'm out with my true lies    [Chorus]    [Timbaland (behind the chorus):]    Say what?  Say what? Say what?  Say what? Say what?  Say what? Say what?    [Static:]    Playa's knockin, rockin  Hoes clockin, jockin  Yeah sweatin, gettin  Thugs threatin, beatin  Dice shootin, smokin  Hootie hootin, loukin  Gun, I got your token  Lick, I got hoes open  No chumpin, bumpin  Timb's speakers thumpin  Making your moves somethin  Rode, it would be jumpin  Hoe humpin, freakin  Hoes silly, leakin  Hook it up, weekend  All night freakin  Which trick I'm dickin  Hope she lickin  My Kentucky chicken  Damn this enough pickin  Just groupin, chillin  Ready able, willin  If they blunts, they fillin  Party people you dealin with another level    [Chorus]    [Timbaland (behind chorus):]    Say what?  Say what? Say what?  Say what? Say what?  Ride it     [Timbaland:]    Ride it bitch  Ride it  Ride it bitch  Say what?  Yo babe, come her  Now let me get that (Oooooh)  Say what? (Oooooh)  Say what? (Oooooh)  Say what? (Oooooh)  Say what? (Oooooh)  Can you hear me? (Oooooh)  Can you feel me? (Oooooh)  Can you hear me? (Ooooh)  Can you feel me? (Ooooh)  Say what? (Oooooh)  Say what? (Oooooh)  Say what? (Oooooh)  Say what? (Oooooh)  Get off baby (Ooooh)  (Oooooh)  Check this switch out baby (Ooooh)  Let me talk to you for a minute (Ooooh)  (Change beat to "Can We" by SWV)  Can we get kinky tonight  I got so many things on my mind  I never seen a girl so fly  I want you to do me, do me