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
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
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
to Dyer Ave them n-gga, 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
mama See? Blow the track out, Jim's in the house now Man done shook out, gun the skin out ya What you checker? You running your lip? You get smoked like
Keep your head up and your eyes open Load the lead up while the ride rollin Creep up on a mark like what you say fucka Well fuck him and if he live smoke
trench and 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
one ... we gonna get the biggest charge i ... through the deuces love that smell and that these haters blowing kush i got muscle with my hood call me flocka bush get your
[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
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
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
a month I say that to say this If you think that bitch Summer is yours She could be cheating on you Ya heard [Verse 1 (Jim Jones)] Got me feeling like
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
Verse: Jim Jones] You know I ride through Lennox All eyes on my pendant But I'm moving like oh dog was ridding a menace With that automatic weapon, blowing
