Lyrics:
jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
(Verse 1)
I tell 'em no lie
I blow by wit the Bentleys wit the O eyes
I
guerrillas, mercenary killers
Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned
Gone worldwide, but true to the underground
(P and Silkk)
Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm
goes
Maybe anywhere the wind blows
It's all worth waiting for
Pull on the borders to lighten the load
Tell all the passengers we're going home
I
Some people fly up in the sky
Some people walk and the world goes by
Blow me down, blow me down
Some fly for free, some walk and pay
It makes no
goes
Maybe anywhere the wind blows
It's all worth waiting for
Pull on the borders to lighten the load
Tell all the passengers we're going home
I
flow.
I take my city everywhere that I go!
I’m from the L-O-N-G-B-E-A-C-H
C-I-T-Y See I, got a paper chase.
City by the sea, it’s the 562.
That’s
the one
(But you know I'm always open to suggestions)
Said, let me be the one
(Down for you, should never be a question babe)
To blow your mind (blow
There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on
And just enough time for the night to pass by without warning
Away in the distance there's
my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)
on G-O-D (damn)
Come get it, 'cause the smoke for free (yeah)
Young niggas, they gon' blow for me (G Herbo)
Hundred racks on the drop
Pull up on they
(designer, designer)
My bitches all bad (bitches all bad)
They kicking nigga doors (woohoo!)
I do it by myself (do it by myself)
I split it with the bro's
the book and the broom
It's time for a holiday
'Cause life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret
Come taste the wine, come hear that band
Come
I was low, Gabriel, low
Mighty low, Gabriel, low
But now, since I have seen the light
I'm good by day and I'm good by night
So blow, Gabriel, blow
On the F-L-you-T-E, yeah
[Chorus]
All I want to do is
Play my funky flute for you
(Yeah blow, blow yeah)
All I want to do is
Play my funky flute for you
Oh yeah When you're not there you seem to haunt so
and it blows me away and when you are there I can't
find the perfect words to please oh just
for you to do
And those winds sure can blow cold way out there
nigga
Blood gang, take the "B" off behavior, my nigga
For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off
I mean "pop-pop-pop," then I take off
Nigga,
wonder 's
Funkay
I live Brooklyn like year 24 for sure
Sul c-notes in my tennis skirt(?)
And the kick hurts so good that I gotta sorta accents for this
WINDS OF THE OLD DAYS (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The lady's adrift in a foreign land
Singing on issues both humble and grand A
Decade flew past
In my apartment 80 a piece
Stack a piece 80 g's
Old skool dope rider front
Off set shots 73
You say he's a traper pleas
I hang around with a gang
come down from the Isle of Skye
I'm no very big and I'm awfully shy
The lassies say as I go by
Donald where's your troosers
Let the wind blow high let
For selling the tales, of young black males
Yes nigga
N-I-G-G-A, niggas
Yes niggas (young black male)
Ayy nigga you can't handle that shit, nigga
Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be
(Say what?)
Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
Uh, I get da
a crimson blue
As the world turns for me and you
By the light of the moon glowing
While the warm summer wind blows
'Cross the sill of your window
We'll
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