Lyrics:
that ho in the air on commercial
I sent her all the way down to the Turks
Tiger Woods in the Sunday clothes
I said, "Whole birds, I don't do wings,
stations don't care, they'll never put on the air
Nothin' but commercial junk, their brain power's impaired
They don't listen or try to hear what I write
hip-hop belonged to you and me
Shit got sugar coated' modified for tv
Niggas like me, don't give a fuck about commercial air time
Forced underground,
or help someone through?
Everything to tease the viewer
Even lower than the sewer
Execution on the air
Commercial break; hold on the chair!
No longer give
on their plans
You can tell election day is drawing near
You can smell the mix of crap and fear
One more time commercials fill the air
One more time mud
to the air my commercial, commercial
Got it, fire, hit me, hit me with the strongest shit in the wardrobe, in the cluster
Give me poison for my demon
I came
past tin foil, now we're into carbon fiber
Lead-lined, combine, bigger, faster, lighter
Delivered from the air by commercial airliners
Plausible
Quelques appels manqués sur mon téléphone me signalent
Qu'on m'attend, je m'arrête au centre commercial
L'air frais des rayons me rafraichit le corps
texture
Money be the way
I pray
Hope for the boys
Tip for banker
Homeless no location
Broke boys no occupation
Pull up in a suit and a case
Commercial
a Beatle
Or swerving a dozen different Porches?
Commercial, or with the air forces
Chains get everyone asking need a tissue
No such ice that'll get me
peu
Vous étiez si proches tous les deux
Mais on fera mieux, on fera mieux
J'ai trouvé des photos dans un vieil album
T'as l'air d'un commercial et moi
know how that shit go
Thousand miles in the air, commercial flying on a dare
Fools is trying what we doing, broken down without a spare
Living life
Don't take a commercial break
I need another fare
So stay on the air
Won't you play me some driving music
Won't you play me some driving music
I'm
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire (put yuh light inna di air)
Mo' fire, give 'em
Mo' fire
I Diddy Bop, my fifty cocked
My city hot, I'm dodging
Oh, my God
Cut off his head, Hershel
I got the drip like a beach, yeah, Myrtle
They ain't slow serving shells, no turtle
Don't make me air this
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire (put yuh light inna di air)
Mo' fire, give 'em
Mo' fire
I Diddy Bop, my fifty cocked
My city hot, I'm dodging
[Master P talking]
Yo Mike take me to the commercial man
so I can tell why I never fall off
you know what I'm saying, before I do
I sell all
kinda stiff, not like that
I'm in my chest, I don't do commercial parts
I fly air joint but I do commercial, I can do it in joint
Looking at me silly
Have you seen
Into my eyes
As everything just passes me by
I don't know
What I see
But when I feel that warm air it pleases me
Up, down, turn around
hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin' right, fuckin' right, alright
Uh, so much for bein' optimistic
They say love is in the air, so I
Hold my
a man
You're talking like a baby
How the fuck is your song
In a Coke commercial? Crazy
I don't get it, your taste once exquisite
What happened
So what the fuck is this UK
Gunnin' with this US of A
In Iraq and Iran and in Afghanistan
Does not a day go by
Without the Israeli Air Force
So what the fuck is this UK
Gunnin' with this US of A
In Iraq and Iran and in Afghanistan
Does not a day go by
Without the Israeli Air Force
Graduated, I was overdue
Pink molly, I can barely move
Ask about me, I'm gon' bust a move
Rick James, thirty-three chains
Ocean air, cruisin' Biscayne
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