Blow Your Mind

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] + (Styles P)

(Yo Swizz! This is the tree-mix!)

Yeah, smoke, now

S.P. c'mon (L.O.X.!) S.P. c'mon

Ghost - it's showtime, it's showtime! (Swizzie!)

Ghost - lighters in the air!

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]

I wanna roll somethin up so

I-I can just blow, my mind (lighters in the air!)

I wanna, blow my mind (hey, hey, hey - lighters in the air!)

Blow my mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)

You should roll somethin up so

You can just um, blow, your mind (blow your mind!)

You should just blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)

Blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)

[Jadakiss]

AH-HAH! Yo, I already got it, they want power

Pump haze, blow sour, top floor of the Trump Towers

They style is nasty, that's why they want ours

Sign my name in the book, send y'all chumps flowers

Light it if it's exotic and blow it 'til it's gone

They find out who got it then cop a whole jawn

Say I didn't warn ya

Roll a couple up at the same time so the cypher can go around longer

In weed terms I'm a couple pounds stronger

All I need is one more connect, California

And I ain't gon' rush, I'mma take my time

Stay on my grind, and, just blow my mind

[Hook]

[Sheek Louch]

Silverback! Uhh

Stacks of money, big Cohiba, call me Eddie Cheeba

Granddaddy blazin, Sheek Louch amazin

Coupe Caucasian, system Asian, seats Italian

And the medallion, I'll be fuckin stylin

Answer this - who you know better than 'Kiss?

Better than P, better than the Silver-B

Back gorilla, Apollo filler, guarded twice

Just that nice, look at the ice

Now look at the hammer

I want cheese like you in front of the damn camera, 'til I see the slammer

Black Chuckers, one bubble, the God is here

I hit the block, they put they LIGHTERS IN THE AIR!

[Hook]

[Styles P]

I get +Red-man+ to +B-Real+, my +Method Man+ is +Luniz+

I +Snoop+ around, watch a channel live in the boonies

Forgot where the telly is, and I lost the room key

The green might ruin me

Need a few quarters, few waters and some trail mix

Peanut butter and jelly, I'm tryin to tell you real shit

Hit the studio, blow, go and lay some ill shit

Hit my boy Swizz like, we gon' make the ill mix

People wanna ask if The Lox broke up

That's like S.P. the Ghost bein not smoked up

And I'm back to the head

Cause I don't need the germs from the worms, don't pass cause I'm stackin the bread

[Hook]

[Swizz Beatz]

You should roll somethin up so you can just um, blow, your mind