Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Harlem, artist - Jim Jones. Date of issue: 22.08.2005
Song language: English
Harlem |
| 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 |
| Shot out to Taft where them killas is made |
| We was out on the Ave. young dealin' that yay |
| 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 niggas 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 |
| 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 |
| Niggas 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 |
| 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 |