Blow Your Smoke Lyrics - Jim Jones

This one is dedicated from Harlem to all ya'll 

This 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 with my top back 

I got my gun on me top that 

She started pressin buttons I told her stop that 

Can't front I was watching where them cops at 

The sun is out, my wrist rocked out 

I miss all my niggas locked out 

So I roll a blunt for the good times 

We was just in the slums like "Good Times" 

Keep a bad bitch like Malona 

Me and Dev was doing henny and coronas 

Getting money hustle hard they was on us 

And we still poor liqour for the goners 

We blow smoke like we blow money 

It's no joke but it's so funny 

She ate me up and said "it's so yummy" 

The niggas sho hate but the hoes love me 

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Spend a couple G's on my bitches purse 

Lookin at the screen as I hit reverse 

Lightin up backin out of Neman's 

My jewlery loud like it's screaming 

And when the last time you seen him? 

Shootin past, something fast, european 

Capital B on the gear shifta 

No breeze from the ceilin let the air hit ya 

I'm god blessed like a Prayor scripture 

Lord knows tryna make it up there with ya 

Until then I light one up 

Stay strapped in case a nigga wanna run up 

I'm still watched by rap police 

They still search me in the club like I'm strapped with heat 

Might catch me pumpin out in backstreets 

I might be diggin out yo broad in the backseat... fucker 

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I just wanna smoke trees in a safe place 

But when I do that I get a court case 

I get a P.O. who's an asshole 

I get bum smokers, always low on doe 

I get cussed out by my mom and them 

Changin all the locks, won't let me in 

I get cotton mouth, I get a bad rep, 

I get a book tellin me to take twelve steps 

Smokin on some refa, gettin on my Wiz khalifa 

Had my teachers concerned real talk 

But to preach what I was taught 

Master your high and learn to skywalk 

Life too short ain't got no reset 

So do what you want, not what they expect 

And in the meantime Clockin hella checks 

While you fly real high on them paper jets fool 

Real dreams come true