Harlem: Diary Of A Summer lyrics

[Jim Jones talking]
Hello, oh' whats up baby, Aint doing nothing im on my way home right now,
What?!? Im in tha studio Yo i gotta get ready and go home man

[ Woman Singing]
I'm in love...With a thug
I'm in love...With a GanGsta, Yeh

[Jim Jones]
Now my wife she won't stop blowin' my phone up
Every Bitch conversation they keep throwin' tha Jones up..[They Lien]

[Jim Jones:]
Clap, (byrd gang), clap, (byrd gang), clap, Dipset!
Can I get a G clap? (byrd gang), clap, (byrd gang), clap, (byrd gang)

[Verse 1:]
They like hold up, wait a minute,
I'm in the coupe, laid up in it,
Sunk in the seat, suede all in it,
Drop top roof blowin haze all in it,
Now yall know I'm a straight up menace,
Run up in ya crib theres a safe up in it,

[Talking]
You see rap music is subliminal
but the music for us is like our own diary
something like a confession
they tell me life is a bitch
she something like the seasons just like mother nature
she comes and go as she please
thats why they get their period once a month
I say that to say this
if you dig that bitch
the summer is yours
she could be cheating on you
ya heard

[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

Chorus:
g's up nigga, ho's down
if the bitch can't swim she gon'drown
runnin the streets totin' the 4 pound
u didn't know we was them niggas, the nigga u know now (dipset)
2x

MAx B:
i had to fade 'm into black
hit 'm with the crossover made 'm jump back
and before all that
i used to make 'm pump crack
ridin'shotgun in the ?? slum back

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Rumors that were said, shot in cold blood
Two up in my head, can't talk phone bugged
Somebody want me dead, but I'm still flossin'
I rock my jewelry through the scurriest streets
I keep my ears to the streets
And I ain't scared of police
Lord knows that I got various beefs
So could you pray for the week
You know the rules play on the sheet

Pardon the Syzzrup...

[Jim Jones]
Now we try corners
Old folks try and warn us
The cops try and swarm us
Blocks hot like saunas
Well fuck it I'ma risk it
Got a bunt nigga twist it
Imma get drunk with my biscuit
5 cent cup, take a sip kid
Imma product of the p-jects
My teachers always told me that I'd prolly be a reject
I came up by my lonely now I'm a product of that D-Set

[Chorus: Latiff]
When I'm dippin on the grind I get my money quick
But sometimes I wanna lay up wit my honey dip
She be wit me cause she aint like all them other chicks
Let you hit, then she split, that's why I got a honey dip
From the club to the telly you know how it is
Most of the chicks I never tell em where a nigga live
Tryna reach me at my mansion or my mother crib

[Juelz Santana]
Uh huh, Dipset Bitch..
Yeah... you know?
Yeh yeh, yeah, okay

(Hook - Juelz)
Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on)
Bitches come along would you ride with me? (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)

Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on)

( Juelz Santana )
Uh huh, Dipset Bitch..
Yeah...You know?
Yeh Yeh, Yeah, OK

(Hook - Juelz)
Niggas come along would you ride wit me?(Go, come on)
Bitches come along would you ride with me?(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)

Niggas come along would you ride wit me?(Go, come on)

P. Diddy talkin
Dipset motherfuckas
Jha Jha, Jim Jones, Pual Wall....they call me Diddy
Yall motherfuckas must have lost yall mind
AHHH!!!!

Hook - Jha Jha
(2x)
What u been drankin on
What u been sippin on
What got u bumpin in the funk wit all that gator
(1x)
Cuz u aint drunk hoe
U aint drunk hoe
U aint ridin u aint live u aint drunk hoe

Verse 1 - Jha Jha