[Verse 1: LL Cool J]
Uh, uh, uh
It's like a blizzard on my neck, it's snowing on my wrist
You wanna hustle, take a pic of me, and show 'em this
Give a fuck how many M's that you can go and get
We built different, you know who them hoes are goin' with
It's not a riddle when they fallin' for you off the rip
Bunny rabbits like they carrots, you know how it gets
Wrote my name on the wall, now it's up in lights
Now we fuckin' in the hall like it could save ya life
She wanna wear my T-shirt, she wanna wear my chain
Please, baby, slow it down, I'm well aware of game
In my Basquiat bag when I'm in the lab
You already Fab 5 Freddy on they ass
Supermodel sharing bottles with a street nigga
She like a Hoover in an Uber by the East River
Fuck a martini, this is for the Henny sippers
We from the bottom, baby, now we up on Mount Olympus
[Chorus: [?]]
Keep it in the air, keep it in the air
The Basquiat energy, you feel it everywhere
Keep it in the air, yeah, keep it in the air
The Basquiat energy, you keep it in the air
[Verse 2: LL Cool J]
Roll some smoke and throw on Kid Creole
We in it to bring in the dough, not control hoes
In life, you gotta dance to your own rhythm
Nothin' fuckin' wit ya mans, got a bold vision
Devils in the system actin' like they have religion
When the bullets get to whizzing, where is all the moralism?
Rock Bells CEO
More Jean Michel than a TV show
Sent Rick a demo and he said it was a go
So I ran up in his dorm, got to kickin' in the door
He standing by the drum machine, records on the floor
That's when we became the baddest motherfuckers that you know
Niggas knew we had to blow, can you understand
You not having no bands but knowing that you the man?
We mastered real plans
Brought through the ghetto, wearing upscale threads fully paid in advance
You know we litty in the city, back on fire like we hit 'em with the stimmy
We be getting to the bag, hear me?
Gotta back up from the game to see the moves clearly
That's when little thing came, tried to stand near me
Kinda loud up in here, baby, gotta talk clearly
Do ya thing but don't you spill your drink on me, you feel me?
Wanna hump me like a camel cause we're chain smoking
Had a bird's legs open, first words spoken
Wanna throw it back, y'all already knowin' that
Only facts, middle finger up when we know it's cap
Like hoes on the track when they don't adapt
'Til they get the raw back, no more rap
Uh, uh, uh
It's like a blizzard on my neck, it's snowing on my wrist
You wanna hustle, take a pic of me, and show 'em this
Give a fuck how many M's that you can go and get
We built different, you know who them hoes are goin' with
It's not a riddle when they fallin' for you off the rip
Bunny rabbits like they carrots, you know how it gets
Wrote my name on the wall, now it's up in lights
Now we fuckin' in the hall like it could save ya life
She wanna wear my T-shirt, she wanna wear my chain
Please, baby, slow it down, I'm well aware of game
In my Basquiat bag when I'm in the lab
You already Fab 5 Freddy on they ass
Supermodel sharing bottles with a street nigga
She like a Hoover in an Uber by the East River
Fuck a martini, this is for the Henny sippers
We from the bottom, baby, now we up on Mount Olympus
[Chorus: [?]]
Keep it in the air, keep it in the air
The Basquiat energy, you feel it everywhere
Keep it in the air, yeah, keep it in the air
The Basquiat energy, you keep it in the air
[Verse 2: LL Cool J]
Roll some smoke and throw on Kid Creole
We in it to bring in the dough, not control hoes
In life, you gotta dance to your own rhythm
Nothin' fuckin' wit ya mans, got a bold vision
Devils in the system actin' like they have religion
When the bullets get to whizzing, where is all the moralism?
Rock Bells CEO
More Jean Michel than a TV show
Sent Rick a demo and he said it was a go
So I ran up in his dorm, got to kickin' in the door
He standing by the drum machine, records on the floor
That's when we became the baddest motherfuckers that you know
Niggas knew we had to blow, can you understand
You not having no bands but knowing that you the man?
We mastered real plans
Brought through the ghetto, wearing upscale threads fully paid in advance
You know we litty in the city, back on fire like we hit 'em with the stimmy
We be getting to the bag, hear me?
Gotta back up from the game to see the moves clearly
That's when little thing came, tried to stand near me
Kinda loud up in here, baby, gotta talk clearly
Do ya thing but don't you spill your drink on me, you feel me?
Wanna hump me like a camel cause we're chain smoking
Had a bird's legs open, first words spoken
Wanna throw it back, y'all already knowin' that
Only facts, middle finger up when we know it's cap
Like hoes on the track when they don't adapt
'Til they get the raw back, no more rap
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