Chords for Jim Jones - Blow Your Smoke (Director's Cut) ft. Rell
Tempo:
96.3 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
G
Bm
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Uh-huh.
This one's dedicated from Harlem to all y'all.
Light one up.
This goes out from the streets of Harlem to [Bb]
everywhere.
[Bb] This one's for [F] you.
For you.
[G] Blow your smoke.
Where that sour at?
And if you ride high, put your lighters [Bb] up in the air.
Put them [F] up, put them up, put them up.
Blow [G] your smoke.
I'm blowing smoke from the top back.
I got my gun on me [Bb] on top that.
She started pressing buttons, [F] told me stop that.
Can't front, I was watching where [G] the cops at.
The sun is out, my wrists rocked up.
I miss all my [Bb] niggas locked up.
So I roll a blunt for [F] the good times.
We was just in the slums like [G] good times.
JJ keep a bad bitch like Rolona.
Me and Do was doing handies in [Bb] Corona's.
Hustle hard, getting money, they [F] was on us.
And we still pouring liquor for the [G] goners.
We blow smoke like we blow money.
It's no joke, but [Bb] it's so funny.
She ate me up and said [F] it's so yummy.
The niggas show hate, but [Bm] the hoes love me.
[G] This goes out from the streets of Harlem to [Bb]
everywhere.
[F] Blow [G] your smoke.
And if you ride high, put your lighters up [Bb] in the [F] air.
Blow [G] your smoke.
Spent a couple G's on my bitch's purse.
Looking at the screen as [Dm] I hit reverse.
Lighting up, backing out [F] of Neiman's.
My jury loud like it's [G] screaming.
And when the last time you seen him,
shooting past some fashion [Dm] peeing.
Capital B on the [F] gear shifter.
No ceiling for the breeze [G] that's gonna hit you.
And God bless like a prayer scripture.
Lord knows trying to make it up [Bb] there with you.
Until end of life, [F] one up.
And stay strapped in case a nigga might [G] run up.
I'm still watched by a rap police.
They still search me in the club like I'm [Bb] strapped with heat.
You might get me parked up on [F] back streets.
I might be digging out your broad in the [Bm] back seat.
If [G] this goes out from the streets of Harlem to [Bb]
everywhere.
[F] Blow your [G] smoke.
And if you ride high, put your lighters up [Bb] in the air.
[F] Blow [G] your smoke.
Spiker coupe with the T-top.
She had the Louis Booster with a [Bb] knee stop.
30 grand in my [F] jean pocket.
Like, Jim rehab.
Now we need [G] detox.
Vegas white tea and a mean watch.
To hit a lay like I seen [Bb] pot.
I blow smoke like [F] George Burns.
See it coming out the window when the [G] Porsche turn.
You turned on Rodeo.
The Welsh do is cause old [Bb] Mayo.
We scoop the fly broads all [F] day though.
Pop six bottles more on the way [G] though.
We all know when the night end.
So I'm burning up a blunt before the [Bb] life end.
And I'm sliding with [F] light skin.
I feel Thor fly car with some [Bm] nice rims.
If [G] this goes out from the streets of Harlem to [Bb]
everywhere.
[F] Blow your [G] smoke.
And if you ride high, put your lighters up [Bb] in the air.
[F] Blow your [G] smoke.
[Bb]
[F] [G]
[Bb]
Wow.
[F] [G] [Bb]
[F]
This one's dedicated from Harlem to all y'all.
Light one up.
This goes out from the streets of Harlem to [Bb]
everywhere.
[Bb] This one's for [F] you.
For you.
[G] Blow your smoke.
Where that sour at?
And if you ride high, put your lighters [Bb] up in the air.
Put them [F] up, put them up, put them up.
Blow [G] your smoke.
I'm blowing smoke from the top back.
I got my gun on me [Bb] on top that.
She started pressing buttons, [F] told me stop that.
Can't front, I was watching where [G] the cops at.
The sun is out, my wrists rocked up.
I miss all my [Bb] niggas locked up.
So I roll a blunt for [F] the good times.
We was just in the slums like [G] good times.
JJ keep a bad bitch like Rolona.
Me and Do was doing handies in [Bb] Corona's.
Hustle hard, getting money, they [F] was on us.
And we still pouring liquor for the [G] goners.
We blow smoke like we blow money.
It's no joke, but [Bb] it's so funny.
She ate me up and said [F] it's so yummy.
The niggas show hate, but [Bm] the hoes love me.
[G] This goes out from the streets of Harlem to [Bb]
everywhere.
[F] Blow [G] your smoke.
And if you ride high, put your lighters up [Bb] in the [F] air.
Blow [G] your smoke.
Spent a couple G's on my bitch's purse.
Looking at the screen as [Dm] I hit reverse.
Lighting up, backing out [F] of Neiman's.
My jury loud like it's [G] screaming.
And when the last time you seen him,
shooting past some fashion [Dm] peeing.
Capital B on the [F] gear shifter.
No ceiling for the breeze [G] that's gonna hit you.
And God bless like a prayer scripture.
Lord knows trying to make it up [Bb] there with you.
Until end of life, [F] one up.
And stay strapped in case a nigga might [G] run up.
I'm still watched by a rap police.
They still search me in the club like I'm [Bb] strapped with heat.
You might get me parked up on [F] back streets.
I might be digging out your broad in the [Bm] back seat.
If [G] this goes out from the streets of Harlem to [Bb]
everywhere.
[F] Blow your [G] smoke.
And if you ride high, put your lighters up [Bb] in the air.
[F] Blow [G] your smoke.
Spiker coupe with the T-top.
She had the Louis Booster with a [Bb] knee stop.
30 grand in my [F] jean pocket.
Like, Jim rehab.
Now we need [G] detox.
Vegas white tea and a mean watch.
To hit a lay like I seen [Bb] pot.
I blow smoke like [F] George Burns.
See it coming out the window when the [G] Porsche turn.
You turned on Rodeo.
The Welsh do is cause old [Bb] Mayo.
We scoop the fly broads all [F] day though.
Pop six bottles more on the way [G] though.
We all know when the night end.
So I'm burning up a blunt before the [Bb] life end.
And I'm sliding with [F] light skin.
I feel Thor fly car with some [Bm] nice rims.
If [G] this goes out from the streets of Harlem to [Bb]
everywhere.
[F] Blow your [G] smoke.
And if you ride high, put your lighters up [Bb] in the air.
[F] Blow your [G] smoke.
[Bb]
[F] [G]
[Bb]
Wow.
[F] [G] [Bb]
[F]
Key:
F
Bb
G
Bm
Dm
F
Bb
G
Uh-huh.
_ This one's dedicated from Harlem to all y'all.
Light one up.
_ This goes out from the streets of Harlem to [Bb]
everywhere.
[Bb] This one's for [F] you.
For you.
[G] Blow your smoke.
Where that sour at?
And if you ride high, put your lighters [Bb] up in the air.
Put them [F] up, put them up, put them up.
Blow [G] your smoke.
I'm blowing smoke from the top back.
I got my gun on me [Bb] on top that.
She started pressing buttons, [F] told me stop that.
Can't front, I was watching where [G] the cops at.
The sun is out, my wrists rocked up.
I miss all my [Bb] niggas locked up.
So I roll a blunt for [F] the good times.
We was just in the slums like [G] good times.
JJ keep a bad bitch like Rolona.
Me and Do was doing handies in [Bb] Corona's.
Hustle hard, getting money, they [F] was on us.
And we still pouring liquor for the [G] goners.
We blow smoke like we blow money.
It's no joke, but [Bb] it's so funny.
She ate me up and said [F] it's so yummy.
The niggas show hate, but [Bm] the hoes love me.
_ [G] This goes out from the streets of Harlem to [Bb] _
everywhere.
_ [F] _ _ Blow [G] your smoke.
_ _ And if you ride high, put your lighters up [Bb] in the _ _ [F] air.
_ Blow [G] your smoke.
Spent a couple G's on my bitch's purse.
Looking at the screen as [Dm] I hit reverse.
Lighting up, backing out [F] of Neiman's.
My jury loud like it's [G] screaming.
And when the last time you seen him,
shooting past some fashion [Dm] peeing.
Capital B on the [F] gear shifter.
No ceiling for the breeze [G] that's gonna hit you.
And God bless like a prayer scripture.
Lord knows trying to make it up [Bb] there with you.
Until end of life, [F] one up.
And stay strapped in case a nigga might [G] run up.
I'm still watched by a rap police.
They still search me in the club like I'm [Bb] strapped with heat.
You might get me parked up on [F] back streets.
I might be digging out your broad in the [Bm] back seat.
If [G] this goes out from the streets of Harlem to [Bb]
everywhere.
_ _ [F] _ _ Blow your [G] smoke.
_ _ And if you ride high, put your lighters up [Bb] in the air.
_ [F] _ _ Blow [G] your smoke.
Spiker coupe with the T-top.
She had the Louis Booster with a [Bb] knee stop.
30 grand in my [F] jean pocket.
Like, Jim rehab.
Now we need [G] detox.
Vegas white tea and a mean watch.
To hit a lay like I seen [Bb] pot.
I blow smoke like [F] George Burns.
See it coming out the window when the [G] Porsche turn.
You turned on Rodeo.
The Welsh do is cause old [Bb] Mayo.
We scoop the fly broads all [F] day though.
Pop six bottles more on the way [G] though.
We all know when the night end.
So I'm burning up a blunt before the [Bb] life end.
And I'm sliding with [F] light skin.
I feel Thor fly car with some [Bm] nice rims.
_ If [G] this goes out from the streets of Harlem to [Bb]
everywhere.
_ _ [F] _ _ Blow your [G] smoke.
_ And if you ride high, put your lighters up [Bb] in the air.
_ [F] _ _ Blow your [G] smoke.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ Wow.
[F] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ This one's dedicated from Harlem to all y'all.
Light one up.
_ This goes out from the streets of Harlem to [Bb]
everywhere.
[Bb] This one's for [F] you.
For you.
[G] Blow your smoke.
Where that sour at?
And if you ride high, put your lighters [Bb] up in the air.
Put them [F] up, put them up, put them up.
Blow [G] your smoke.
I'm blowing smoke from the top back.
I got my gun on me [Bb] on top that.
She started pressing buttons, [F] told me stop that.
Can't front, I was watching where [G] the cops at.
The sun is out, my wrists rocked up.
I miss all my [Bb] niggas locked up.
So I roll a blunt for [F] the good times.
We was just in the slums like [G] good times.
JJ keep a bad bitch like Rolona.
Me and Do was doing handies in [Bb] Corona's.
Hustle hard, getting money, they [F] was on us.
And we still pouring liquor for the [G] goners.
We blow smoke like we blow money.
It's no joke, but [Bb] it's so funny.
She ate me up and said [F] it's so yummy.
The niggas show hate, but [Bm] the hoes love me.
_ [G] This goes out from the streets of Harlem to [Bb] _
everywhere.
_ [F] _ _ Blow [G] your smoke.
_ _ And if you ride high, put your lighters up [Bb] in the _ _ [F] air.
_ Blow [G] your smoke.
Spent a couple G's on my bitch's purse.
Looking at the screen as [Dm] I hit reverse.
Lighting up, backing out [F] of Neiman's.
My jury loud like it's [G] screaming.
And when the last time you seen him,
shooting past some fashion [Dm] peeing.
Capital B on the [F] gear shifter.
No ceiling for the breeze [G] that's gonna hit you.
And God bless like a prayer scripture.
Lord knows trying to make it up [Bb] there with you.
Until end of life, [F] one up.
And stay strapped in case a nigga might [G] run up.
I'm still watched by a rap police.
They still search me in the club like I'm [Bb] strapped with heat.
You might get me parked up on [F] back streets.
I might be digging out your broad in the [Bm] back seat.
If [G] this goes out from the streets of Harlem to [Bb]
everywhere.
_ _ [F] _ _ Blow your [G] smoke.
_ _ And if you ride high, put your lighters up [Bb] in the air.
_ [F] _ _ Blow [G] your smoke.
Spiker coupe with the T-top.
She had the Louis Booster with a [Bb] knee stop.
30 grand in my [F] jean pocket.
Like, Jim rehab.
Now we need [G] detox.
Vegas white tea and a mean watch.
To hit a lay like I seen [Bb] pot.
I blow smoke like [F] George Burns.
See it coming out the window when the [G] Porsche turn.
You turned on Rodeo.
The Welsh do is cause old [Bb] Mayo.
We scoop the fly broads all [F] day though.
Pop six bottles more on the way [G] though.
We all know when the night end.
So I'm burning up a blunt before the [Bb] life end.
And I'm sliding with [F] light skin.
I feel Thor fly car with some [Bm] nice rims.
_ If [G] this goes out from the streets of Harlem to [Bb]
everywhere.
_ _ [F] _ _ Blow your [G] smoke.
_ And if you ride high, put your lighters up [Bb] in the air.
_ [F] _ _ Blow your [G] smoke.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ Wow.
[F] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _