Letras:
Smoke City Remember This

gosta) o que o doce rapaz lembra O velho que sabe tudo o que ve Que nao esquece que o que foi, foi Remember me once again Com voce Remember this outra

a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin Remember this

to make some people feel the pain In this dirty game I know I'm on my way to hell Hey yo gather it up for all the niggas that have been smoked The hood

got the, who got the bum bu-bu bum? We wrap it up and smoke it, sixty green I'm a fiend for this rap thing Down South hustiln' and we all about the cream

em Better of this way, Tossed off in the coffin and bagged, Slang on the darkside man, Bang on the darkside man, Land ah the thuggish ruggish city will

wadadada dang dang I?m having illusions All this confusions drivin' me mad inside I?m having illusions All this confusions ___kin? me up in my mind I?m having illusions All this

[Chorus] I'm havin illusions, all this confusion's drivin me mad inside I'm havin illusions, all this confusion's fuckin me up in my mind I'm havin illusions, all this

frames got me paid watch me mane I'm cocky slave with this Rocky chain I got I got my fames cluttered with this bud and this name of it is Fame and its

police knew for sure this was not their territory. P.S. Robert I found the supermarket bag you left me, I'll smoke a little every Day, and as the smoke