goes out from the streets of Harlem to everywhere Blow ya smoke And if you ride high, puts your lighters up in the air Blow ya smoke I'm blowin smoke
out from the streets of Harlem to everywhere Blow ya smoke And if you ride high, puts your lighters up in the air Blow ya smoke I'm blowin smoke with
out from the streets of Harlem to everywhere Blow ya smoke And if you ride high, puts your lighters up in the air Blow ya smoke I?m blowin smoke with
gotta keep it sticky like Charlotte's Web Blow a sack on a track, on a baller's bed Hold out your hand baby, I'll read your palm Like Kymo don, My game
I'm not from Colorado Your acting a little like your rapping to riddles Got Harlem looking like we a pack of skittles I'm a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic, type blow
your health If you don't join, then you'll meet the children of death Let me explain, hopin that you will go through it Jim Jones did it, why the psych
Juelz Santana) [Jim Jones] We set them presidents, to get them presidents Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head Put dots on your loaf
come on) People come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me..(C'mon) [Jim Jones] Your ride ain't safe (Warning
Chorus] [Jim Jones] Its nobody gods I'm puffing marley ducking squaleys cars Wherever I go You know I stay fly float threw the sky smoke with my guys
Ave them nigga, ahh for the life I have I'm the one to make the artists blow, Nintendo smoke emdo then go to party mode put your hands up then go retarded
Homies Weed In The Back Of The Coupe I Been Smokin My Nigga I Went From G's And Thieves Nigga We Blowin The Weed My Nigga-Fuckin Wit Freaks Nigga (Hot
comparing you, to you know like Jim Jones or Davey Koresh [Tech N9ne:] You know that's real fucked up to um compare me to Jim Jones or uhh Davey Koresh
and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe [Jim Jones:] (Jones! Jackal!) Now shouts to Yung Joc (
as low as i can get without kissing your ass and blowing you at the same time CHORUS: man, don't tell me about love and peace when one of the Joneses
[Xzibit] X to the Z, huh, c'mon I ain't the type that catches the most of your feelings Plus your sexual healing is very appealing, I'm ready and willing
Uh yeah Jones, uh Now we set them presidents, to get them presidents Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head Put dots on your loaf like
Yeah Dip Set, Juelz Santana Jim Jones, Freekey, Killa Wherever I go (Dogg I'm in the hood screaming what's really good) Wherever I go (You already know
