Yeah, whew, huh? Want the smoke? Whew, yeah Want the smoke? Yeah Want the smoke? Psyke Want the smoke? Yeah Want the smoke? Psyke Yeah, yeah Yeah, we in here, yeah, we in here We want the smoke, there's some in the air It's in the air, somebody scared Guns in the air, pagans in here Run and you're dead, run and you're dead Run and you're dead, run and you're dead Run and you're dead, run and you're dead Run and you're dead, run and you're dead .38 long, run or you're gone Body get dropped by the end of the song Animal instinct on My gang is a band playing percussion and drums I thought you was on? But I was right, I was wrong, and I ain't righting my wrongs And I don't care what I've done I'll do it more than once, breakfast, dinner, and lunch Yeah, I ain't even kicking a fuss Big blue swerve, I'm kickin' the clutch Them boy, they're kickin' the dust Vampire vibe, but the blood ain't enough Fall back, I ain't cool with' the love Just went up, I can't fall into fluff Don't call my phone, just call my bluff Be ready to die for fucking with us Yeah, we in here, yeah, we in here We want the smoke, there's some in the air It's in the air, somebody scared Guns in the air, pagans in here Run and you're dead, run and you're dead Run and you're dead, run and you're dead Run and you're dead, run and you're dead Run and you're dead, run and you're dead