Harlem lyrics

Artist  : Jim Jones 
Song : Harlem



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7th Lennox and what about the east side

El Barrio we blowin' smoke while we G ride

Washington Heights dime lo tato you know

Todo bien tato capo uh oh



[Jim Jones]

Shot out to Taft where them killas is made

We was out on the Ave. young dealin' that gay

Tryin' to get cash pumpin' crills to get
payed

Alcohol in my glass blunt filled up with haze

We congregated infront them grocery stores

Sellin' crack held gats and conversate while we
smoked the raw

And sit on crates like they lay-z boys

The strip we wait like the 80's boy

And whip up 8th in the latest toy

Like it's the only thing to do

You know the house parties you had to bring your
crew

And you know we stay fly Pelle leather with the
boots

And niggaz shake the dice and call you bet out
'fore you shoot

You lookin' scared money fall better to the
deuce

We would set up on the stoop

Gettin' wet up on the stoop

And watch the dust fiends gettin' wet up off the
juice

Tryin' to get up off that loot

So we could get up on the coupes



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[Jim Jones]

I wish Harlem Lee was still around

You know the jam packed traffic buggin out
infront of Willie's Lounge

I been doing this since Nucleus was open

Coppin' they black well who knew what we was
smokin'

Took a few pulls had you movin' slow motion

Walkin' pass the Carter now it's pokie still
smokin'

And I could still picture the sports bar

Niggaz think they hot shit whippin' up in the
sports car

State bulding jams

Remember Farraqan had that fake million man

Copped the fly jackets from Carlos at the
mall

Or be in King Domes poppin' bottles in the
park

Don't play on 40th cause they'll rob you after
dark

Wolf pack gang don't jog central park

F.T.W fuck the world

Drinkin 40's got us fucked up till we earl

In this hustlers world



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[Jim Jones]

Somebody tell Cuda let me in this cherry
lounge

This ain't Queens homie you surrounded by deadly
grounds

And I was downtown just watchin' the caine
flip

Heard a nigga from the west side was fuckin' my
same bitch

But them bitches didn't care

Just tryin to get some cash buy some sneakers fix
they hair

Ride up Lennox Ave. you smell the reffer in the
air

3rd Ave. viva Puerto Rico the boricua fair

African parade every year the whole block is
there

You want raw yay Broadway you go cop it there

Shit, and we can cruise autobahn

Go buy the rawest chron

Or around the clock baby even 4 in the morn'

The summer time we still illin' on them, God They
clear the whole 7th

poppin' wheelies on them squads

Terror Squad still got the hottest team in the
Rucker

Look real close you can see it from the
brucker



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