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Jonesin'

.....so where was i?
ahhh yeah

i was in a juke joint
Miles away from the city blues
smokin her ether rolled up in a tight joint
takin puffs of my favorite heroin{e}
cuz she be that dope...
that he's gotta have it..pure...un-cut..
never stepped on
got me filled with graffiti sentiments
on some 1983 wild-style
type shit...mind wandering...
wondering 'bout girl 6
ridin dolo on the 6 train
walkin 'round Soho in a sundress...
enjoying the summer breeze
panty-less...of course
easy access..if granted
low key ready for the hip toss
got that lip gloss poppin down low
dying for the taste of an
Irish Moss from that special guy
feel it quench her thirst
be the 9 to her 6
but not the perpendicular kind..
flip the numbers
then read my mind
it was this B-Boy creepin in her blind spot
all along like an ol school hip hop song
thumpin a 'lil sumthin sumthin
with a Maxwell vibe
she makes a brotha swell to the max
make me wanna smell her Dax
when i tax that sweetness from behind
make it so we can both release and relax
smoke some trees under a tree
as we remember the simple days
when it was all about
love peace n hair grease