Jim Jones, Cam’ron, Juelz Santana - Jamaican Joint lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Jim Jones, Cam’ron, Juelz Santana - Jamaican Joint lyrics]
Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go are
Clowns don't come around
Pound pounds i pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross
Jump around jumpin' down, stuntin style
Over those I polly then merk-o from squalie
Ducati and Roberto Cavali mami
We feelin' them scoobies
You stealin' them gucci's booby
Get it right, it's Emilio Pucci, hoochie
(hoochie)
Write for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' five pies
The cat went like the nine lives
Ten halves, five pies, ten cars
Five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
That's fifty-five thou, sha na na, bye bye
My fittings touched tailored
Joined by Chuck Taylors
On the yacht with Glocks, we sum thug sailors
You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold
We in rose gold, at the Rose Bowl
Send you a bowl of roses, we dun sold souls
Slow toes, im so cold, my dough folds killa!
So get your parachute
And row your boat nigga signal your plane
Yes we get on them planes and fly high
We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your boat nigga
And get your parachute signal your plane
Yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!
So on this road to success
I grew up in the boat o'y'all
Gettin closed by the jets
I learned my code from the set
I took my oath to the death
I risked the quarter to bing
I bet this forty a ring
Cams from the 40th wing
The westside of harlem
And rat roach infested
Them black po's in vests's
They stack most impressive
Ride through Tana's town
Thats where them grams be found
Breeze through the broadway side
And where they always reside
And so much raw yay
You know all them boys be outside
With them sirens and guns
All the noise be outside
And yes we scour the slums
You know our toys be outside
Co-co boy to ride
Five hundred thou on the block
The ones when we ride on the block
Pumpin them bow's for the rocks
Look i came up from that
Cookin' that caine from crack
New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man
Look how I got'em Damn!
So get your parachute
And row your boat nigga signal your plane
Yes we get on them planes and fly high
We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your boat nigga
And get your parachute signal your plane
Yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars
Y'all notta
I squeeze more fire, call coppers, squalie!
Hear that, pumper squeeze, yeah that
Pumper be shoved in your mouth for talkin'
All the fk-a ree we move with the tune boy
We shoot'em and move boy
Yes you could say we are
The Rudest of rude boys
Move that, do that, juke that girl
Who dat who dat who dat girl
I wanna meet her, i wanna see her
I wanna skeet skeet i wanna juice that girl
Grippin good, pimpin good, livin' good
Shit is good, test me, lets see
I wish a nigga would (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste
When i spark clips is a waste
When alcoholics spit in your face
Quick get a tatse
Nigga i ride high, drive high
Fly high, sky high, high high i'm high
So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my
And i don't know why whoaa
So get your parachute
And row your boat nigga signal your plane
Yes we get on them planes and fly high
We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your boat nigga
And get your parachute signal your plane
Yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!
Clowns don't come around
Pound pounds i pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross
Jump around jumpin' down, stuntin style
Over those I polly then merk-o from squalie
Ducati and Roberto Cavali mami
We feelin' them scoobies
You stealin' them gucci's booby
Get it right, it's Emilio Pucci, hoochie
(hoochie)
Write for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' five pies
The cat went like the nine lives
Ten halves, five pies, ten cars
Five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
That's fifty-five thou, sha na na, bye bye
My fittings touched tailored
Joined by Chuck Taylors
On the yacht with Glocks, we sum thug sailors
You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold
We in rose gold, at the Rose Bowl
Send you a bowl of roses, we dun sold souls
Slow toes, im so cold, my dough folds killa!
So get your parachute
And row your boat nigga signal your plane
Yes we get on them planes and fly high
We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your boat nigga
And get your parachute signal your plane
Yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!
So on this road to success
I grew up in the boat o'y'all
Gettin closed by the jets
I learned my code from the set
I took my oath to the death
I risked the quarter to bing
I bet this forty a ring
Cams from the 40th wing
The westside of harlem
And rat roach infested
Them black po's in vests's
They stack most impressive
Ride through Tana's town
Thats where them grams be found
Breeze through the broadway side
And where they always reside
And so much raw yay
You know all them boys be outside
With them sirens and guns
All the noise be outside
And yes we scour the slums
You know our toys be outside
Co-co boy to ride
Five hundred thou on the block
The ones when we ride on the block
Pumpin them bow's for the rocks
Look i came up from that
Cookin' that caine from crack
New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man
Look how I got'em Damn!
So get your parachute
And row your boat nigga signal your plane
Yes we get on them planes and fly high
We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your boat nigga
And get your parachute signal your plane
Yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars
Y'all notta
I squeeze more fire, call coppers, squalie!
Hear that, pumper squeeze, yeah that
Pumper be shoved in your mouth for talkin'
All the fk-a ree we move with the tune boy
We shoot'em and move boy
Yes you could say we are
The Rudest of rude boys
Move that, do that, juke that girl
Who dat who dat who dat girl
I wanna meet her, i wanna see her
I wanna skeet skeet i wanna juice that girl
Grippin good, pimpin good, livin' good
Shit is good, test me, lets see
I wish a nigga would (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste
When i spark clips is a waste
When alcoholics spit in your face
Quick get a tatse
Nigga i ride high, drive high
Fly high, sky high, high high i'm high
So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my
And i don't know why whoaa
So get your parachute
And row your boat nigga signal your plane
Yes we get on them planes and fly high
We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your boat nigga
And get your parachute signal your plane
Yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!