Fire (Put In The Air)

You know I got the fire
And know NY to Cali though
Way down in ATL they smokin’ and drink, oh
But do my thing in St. Louis, Chicago
Kick out, kick out
Then you flip out, flip out
Then you dip out, dip out
Tell ‘em (put it in the air)
Kick out, kick out
Then you flip out, flip out
Then you dip out, dip out
Tell ‘em (put it in the air)

Well it’s your nigga lookin’ jiggy riggy Rah
Extraterrestrial hoes give me the jar
Jaw jacker, 99 percent perfecto
Millie hot booze in my biz more like peptol, cold
Show room floor to the gazebo
U.F.O. bang the U.F.O. shoe game
Sheet freak man, The Knux, that’s the two names
Staring on the whippy ass, this the very Shu Shang
Skating on two, though, straight from the [?] hoe
To the booth in the VIP with the [?]
Krispy, that’s my dawg, I play Alpha
He play Mohawk like Indian man Tanaka
Chuck Taylor low rise, blue denim, blue star
[?] Like Beckham the concoction [?]
Roll with the city boy, chic model, body type
Mad kicks, clean figure, nails made, you got it right

You know I got the fire
And know NY to Cali though
Way down in ATL they smokin’ and drink, oh
But do my thing in St. Louis, Chicago
Kick out, kick out
Then you flip out, flip out
Then you dip out, dip out
Tell ‘em (put it in the air)
Kick out, kick out
Then you flip out, flip out
Then you dip out, dip out
Tell ‘em (put it in the air)

Georgia [?] raise your speakers
Cheesecake, Bistro, pea coat and sneakers
Fresh day facial, my bad fresh basil
B-racial hazel eyes bitch [?]
[?] Stuck with the slim broad
Tryna get my dick higher than the tower of Nimrod
Ay, but no brains [?]
She like to play the mental games, I laugh (hahaha)
So look at Rah, flesh fresh, deaf and cleaned up
Flexin’, brown leather jacket, downtown casino
You ain’t know rectangular [?]
Ending up in more bars than the phones at Cingular
Won’t see me [?]
Way hot Vespa, laptop and a Latte (a Latte?)
Yes, yes thank you man
I be damn if I ain’t best dressed thinking man

You know I got the fire
And know NY to Cali though
Way down in ATL they smokin’ and drink, oh
I do my thing in St. Louis, Chicago
Kick out, kick out
Then you flip out, flip out
Then you dip out, dip out
Tell ‘em (put it in the air)
Kick out, kick out
Then you flip out, flip out
Then you dip out, dip out
Tell ‘em (put it in the air)

You know I got the fire
And know NY to Cali though
Way down in ATL they smokin’ and drink, oh
But I do my thing in St. Louis, Chicago
Kick out, kick out
Then you flip out, flip out
Then you dip out, dip out
Tell ‘em (put it in the air)
Kick out, kick out
Then you flip out, flip out
Then you dip out, dip out
Tell ‘em (put it in the air)