Dukes of Hazzard Then Clyde yells out 'You stupid bastard' Start runnin' through traffic and I almost got hit I lost one of my shoes, it's my Air Force
Or you gon' be like Big, a dead +Bad Boy+ [Chorus] [The Game] Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right I'm air tight, fresh in them Air
[The Game] Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes If the Navi outside, I might be there Black hoodie
in a the air and da one who want deny soon cry a river of tears long time now we livin in a fear something new fi try press gas find another gear
the water drink it down This time I know I'm bound To spit it back up I didn't want this Salty substitute, just not going to do I need some air,
Chorus] [Young Jeezy] Put your sacks in the air if you represent your click Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby Put your hands in the air
love I spit two at every few thugs Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
sunshine, sunshine (uhh, uhh, uhh) [Jay-Z, (Foxy Brown)] A year gone, and she seein things most chicks only hear in songs (uh-huh) keep in gear phenom Lots of ice in the air
Collins I feel the billion is in the air I affiliate with Billy Gates That's my peer And? is my consigliere When I wear "Billionaire Boys Club" is more than gear
ooh verse 3: Ok now i be ballin i i be be ballin you can catch me in the air i be ballin when im tryin to buy some gear i be mallin in the middle of
[? ] Ohkay. Now I be ballin' I. I. I be. I be ballin' You can catch me in the air. air I be [? ] When I'm tryna grab some gear. gear... I be mallin
t saying nuttin Great minds think alike, you intelligent species We already connect through telekinesis Plus my gear direct the monkey jeans on One pair 15 huh crisp clean air
midnight, rockin' to the dawn Lovin' 'til the morning, then I'm gone, I'm gone I took the city 'bout one A.M, loaded, loaded I'm all geared up to score
[Jeff Martin, Paul Gilbert] Got the gear, got the gas, got compression She's the one gonna lesson my load I'll make her shine in a cold pure perfection
Push pass the redline Motorman, man man Hour to hour He scowers the plains Split second cruiser Hydraulics run in his veins Flesh into fiber Clipping the air Gears
La, la, la, put it in the air, lens so thick, got it looking like a flare Eyes sitting low like I'm looking at a glare Got your bitch in despair when