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
The 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
I'd rather smoke crack out of Nancy Reagan's skull While getting a blow job from Tipper Gore Man don't tell me about love and peace When one of the Jones
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
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
