paroles de chanson Harlem - Jim Jones
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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
[Chorus]
[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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![Jim Jones - Harlem: Diary of a Summer](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/1/l/j/5/s40_0x5jl1.jpg)
1 My Diary
2 Zeke Interlude
3 G's Up
4 J.i.m.m.y.
5 What Is This
6 Honey Dip
7 Ride Wit Me
8 Penitentiary Chances
9 We Just Ballin
10 What You Been Drankin On
11 Harlem
12 Confront Ya Babe
13 Summer With Miami
14 I'm In Love With A Thug
15 Tupac Joint
16 Baby Girl
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