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[Chorus: repeat 2X] 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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