oh my darling We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem [Jim Jones:] A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the
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
翻訳: ジョーンズ、ジム. ハーレム.
翻訳: ジョーンズ、ジム. そうハーレム.
Chorus 2x) If theres a need to confront ya babe I'll let the nina come bunch ya babe(DIPSET) Fur beavers big blunts and things Byrd Gang Byrd Gang owwwwwwwwww (Verse 2 Jim Jones
a nigga live Tryna reach me at my mansion or my mother crib Hit my cell, hit my two, now I'm at my honey dips [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Yo we talked about
aint thought he posed ta flow Thought he posed ta go Thought he posed ta blooooooow Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!! Nigga its Jim Jones [Verse 2: Jim Jones
Feenin'for a sniff Got me needin for a spliff Ain't a thing funny, when u fucking with this money I'ma lean u off a cliff.....g's up [CHORUS] [Jim Jones
with a thug I'm in love... with a gangsta, yeah [Jim Jones] Now my wife she won't stop blowin' my phone up Every bitch conversation they keep throwin' the Jones
Capo, what's my mother-fuckin name (DipSet) Eastside (code red) say what, what's my mother-fuckin name (DipSet) DipSet, Byrd Gang [Hook] Catch that
talking money (yup) And all different types (what) The yens and the pounds (pounds) Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley round town (sparrows) Tripin' in ice I still be up town (Harlem
(feat. Hell Rell) [Intro: Jim Jones] Rell fresh home How it feel to back where the bricks my nigga Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my ass right now All
cause we livin fast So I'ma let you read my diary I'ma let you read my dairy [Jim Jones] Now lets ride (to where), to Harlem, the Westside I show you
Go, come on) People come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me..(C'mon) [Jim Jones] Your ride ain't safe (
my darling We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem [Jim Jones:] A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the
(feat. 40 Cal, Fatal Hussein) [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Rumors that were said, shot in cold blood Two up in my head, can't talk phone bugged Somebody want