Put it in Da Air
The Game Lyrics


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[19 second instrumental to open]

[Sky]
Who's hot, who's not; I been the hottest thing
On the West, ever since the death of Tupac
Kept my crack in clear capsules with blue tops
And it's still nothin for me to get you shot
You see him? Yup, the same ol' pimp
Sky baller, and ain't nuttin changed but my limp
Natural born player, mine not a lame or a simp
The world is mine, you see my name on a blimp
Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, play the Bahamas now
Youse a donkey, I'ma piranha clown
I keep thick bread, in the pockets of my sweats
While I'm drivin I get head in the cockpit of my 'Vette
And my game is sharp as a mosquito's needle
As far as the charts, young S be's the Beatles
Purple haze smoke in the urr, blow in the wind
The rims right there when I stop they still go and they spin
I can teach you how to stunt boy, and pop that trunk boy
Them city slickers ain't never been punks boy
So fix your ice grill, and your mean mug
Unless you wanna feel a few M-16 slugs

[Chorus 2X: The Game]
Nigga you got a blunt then put it in the air
Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air
Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

[The Game]
I ain't got no time for fake ones, so don't think for a second
I won't pull this 45 and put your stomach where your neck is
If I tell you kiss the sky better respect it
Or get yo' ass hog-tied, butt-ass naked
I'm doin this for Eazy, like it or not
I wouldn't even be rappin if Eric Wright wouldn'ta dropped
I love this shit, I work and I'm good
I ain't on corner fuckers but I'm still in the hood
I'm poised to go platinum, that's what the magazines sayin
Fuck The Source, I got my own magazines man
I call her Shirley, she got a 32 round clip
And she love hangin out wit'chu girlies
I'm like them Philly nigs that come through "Early"
Through your front door without knockin like Mr. Furley
It's just me, you and the semi - "Three's Company"
You want the crown, you be U.G.K. like Bun be

[Chorus]

[Sky]
I rock jewels, cop tools, I will not lose
A million miles a minute is how my block moves
I stay in the fast lane, never fakin, cheddar chasin
I'm in the game for the cash mayne
And bitches play this in they Benzes, Jeeps and G.O.'s
They say I'm arrogant and got a big ego
But they still love to swallow me up
And every hotel suite, they wanna follow me up
But I ain't gon' put my dick in for free, nah ma
You want the kid then you gotta pay this pimpin a fee
And ain't no champagne left, so let's toast 'gnac
Sky baller and Game 'bout to bring the West coast back
I'm on that get dough shit, that Frank War (???) pimpin that ho shit
In Cali smokin that 'dro shit
I still push fishscale, and china white
A lil' nigga with a big gun and I ain't tryin to fight





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The Game and Sky Balla's song "Put It In Da Air" is a West Coast hip-hop track that boasts about their gangster lifestyles and the power that comes with being a part of the California gang culture. Sky Balla boasts about his drug-dealing past, asserting that he has been the hottest thing on the West ever since Tupac's death. Revisiting the classic rap themes of pimping, drug use, and violence, Sky Balla claims that it's nothing for him to have someone killed. He also takes pride in his fashion, his possessions, and his women - he keeps thick bread in his pockets while getting head in his Corvette. Sky Balla's game is sharp, and he claims he can teach others how to stunt, pop their trunk and never be a punk. Meanwhile, The Game emphasizes his commitment to the hip-hop genre and professes that he wouldn't be rapping if it weren't for the influence of Eazy-E. He also feels confident about his talent and is poised to go platinum. He warns his competitors to respect him or face the consequences. The chorus urges listeners to put their blunt, gun, and gang signs in the air and to recognize the strength and power of Killa Cali.


Line by Line Meaning

Who's hot, who's not; I been the hottest thing
I am the most popular and successful in my field


On the West, ever since the death of Tupac
I have been successful in the West since Tupac's death


Kept my crack in clear capsules with blue tops
I stored the illegal drug crack in clear capsules with blue tops for easy identification


And it's still nothin for me to get you shot
I can easily harm or kill you if provoked


Yup, the same ol' pimp
I am still the same old pimp


Natural born player, mine not a lame or a simp
I am a naturally gifted player and not a weak or submissive individual


The world is mine, you see my name on a blimp
I am successful and my name is recognized globally


Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, play the Bahamas now
I dress in high-end clothing and vacation in the Bahamas


I keep thick bread, in the pockets of my sweats
I keep a large sum of money in my sweatpants pocket


While I'm drivin I get head in the cockpit of my 'Vette
I receive oral sex while driving my Corvette


And my game is sharp as a mosquito's needle
My skills and strategy are highly effective


As far as the charts, young S be's the Beatles
I am highly successful and popular in music


Purple haze smoke in the urr, blow in the wind
I smoke a specific type of marijuana while driving


The rims right there when I stop they still go and they spin
The rims on my car continue to spin after I stop


I can teach you how to stunt boy, and pop that trunk boy
I can teach you how to show off and open your car trunk with style


Them city slickers ain't never been punks boy
People from the city are not weak or cowardly


So fix your ice grill, and your mean mug
Fix your hostile facial expression


Unless you wanna feel a few M-16 slugs
Unless you want to get shot with an M-16 gun


I ain't got no time for fake ones, so don't think for a second
I have no patience for dishonest people, so don't even try to deceive me


I won't pull this 45 and put your stomach where your neck is
I will harm or kill you if you disrespect me


If I tell you kiss the sky better respect it
If I tell you to show respect, you better do it


Or get yo' ass hog-tied, butt-ass naked
Or I will tie you up and humiliate you


I'm doin this for Eazy, like it or not
I am continuing the legacy of Eazy-E in my music


I wouldn't even be rappin if Eric Wright wouldn'ta dropped
I was inspired to become a rapper because of Eazy-E's success


I love this shit, I work and I'm good
I am passionate about what I do and talented


I ain't on corner fuckers but I'm still in the hood
I may not be on the street corner, but I am still in my community


I'm poised to go platinum, that's what the magazines sayin
I am poised to sell a million copies and that is recognized by media outlets


I call her Shirley, she got a 32 round clip
I nickname my gun Shirley and it has a 32 round clip


And she love hangin out wit'chu girlies
My gun enjoys spending time with women


I'm like them Philly nigs that come through 'Early'
I am like the Philadelphia men who come early


Through your front door without knockin like Mr. Furley
I enter your residence without knocking like Mr. Furley


It's just me, you and the semi - 'Three's Company'
It's just the two of us and my semi-automatic weapon


You want the crown, you be U.G.K. like Bun be
If you want to be successful, be like the rapper Bun B from the group U.G.K.


I rock jewels, cop tools, I will not lose
I wear expensive jewelry, acquire weapons, and won't let anything bring me down


A million miles a minute is how my block moves
My neighborhood is always active and moving quickly


I stay in the fast lane, never fakin, cheddar chasin
I am always moving forward, never pretending, and pursuing money


I'm in the game for the cash mayne
I participate in my industry for the money


But they still love to swallow me up
Women still desire me sexually


And every hotel suite, they wanna follow me up
Women always follow me to my hotel room


But I ain't gon' put my dick in for free, nah ma
I won't engage in sexual activity without receiving payment


You want the kid then you gotta pay this pimpin a fee
If you want to have sex with me, you have to pay


And ain't no champagne left, so let's toast 'gnac
We ran out of champagne, so let's toast cognac instead


Sky baller and Game 'bout to bring the West coast back
Sky Balla and I are bringing the West Coast back to its former glory


I'm on that get dough shit, that Frank War (???) pimpin that ho shit
I am focused on acquiring money and pimping prostitutes


In Cali smokin that 'dro shit
I smoke marijuana in California


I still push fishscale, and china white
I still sell high-quality cocaine and heroin


A lil' nigga with a big gun and I ain't tryin to fight
I may be small in size but I have a big gun and don't want to have a physical altercation




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