Texty:
Jim Jones So Harlem

, so get the club owners 'Cause we the boss type Knicks game court side Big chain sporty ride, G4 the lord of skies And courts in session so you all could

Preklad: Jones, Jim. Tak Harlem.

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

this (BALLIN!!!) Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (ladies) We stay fly, no lie, you know this (REMIXXX!!!) Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused [Jones] PC blowticious, Lamborghini, its audicious, From Harlem

And no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists And Jackie Onassis blowing her nose The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones

seeds in our stress side(Lets ride) [Verse 1: G.A.M.E.] Jim Jones swirvin, I got that purple I'm blowed Tight grip on the Escalade pole Yeah, Harlem

with me Dip-sect nigga, Jim Jones, [Incomprehensible], Killa Freaky Zekey, Juelz Santana Blak A Don Dipomatic We comin' for ya 2 double 1 For life hold that down and what Harlem, Harlem, Harlem

new money, I had to get that check So wit that bein' said, The team lookin' right And look like we ready to go, its all solitified Jim Jones, Rider of

the beats to make the ground shake, earthquake I do it for the empire cause I've been fire you aint never seena monster like me you a liar [Jim Jones