Blow Your Smoke Jim Jones (Ft. Rell)

[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh! Heh heh!!! This one is dedicated from Harlem to all ya'll
Light one up

[Hook: Rell]
Uhhhhh!!!!! This goes out from the streets of Harlem to everywheeeeeeeerrrrrrrreeeeee!!!!!!!
Blow your smoke!
And if you ride high puts your lighters up in the aiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!
Blow your smoke!

[Verse One: Jim Jones]
I'm blowin smoke with my top back (UH!)
I got my gun on me on top that (UH!)
She started pressin buttons I told her stop that (Chillout!!!)
Can't front I was watchin where the cops at
The sun is out my wrist rocked up (Ew!)
I miss all my niggas locked up
So I roll a blunt for the good times (Right)
We was just in the slums like "Good Times" (JJ!!!)
Keep a bad bitch like Wilona
Me and Doe was doin henny's and coronas (Eight stacks!!!)
Hustle hard gettin money hustle hard they was on us (Taft!!!)
And we still poor liquor for the goners (Light!!!)
We blow smoke like we blow money (For real!!!)
It's no joke but it's so funny (HA HA HA HA HA!!!)
She ate me up and said its so yummy (OWWW!!!!!!!!)
The niggas sho hate but the hoes love me (FUCK 'EM!!!!)