Translation: 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
things that I seen through my Prada 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
mufucka... Aye man, Jay.. Ay, Jay talkin bout.. Jay say he made the Blueprint my nigga This the muthafuckin' Foundation nigga, ok? Yeah, everything else would be built up off of this
G and you a hoe Keep that Remy XO pulled up, bankrolled, swole up Smell money in the air soon as I roll up, ayyy I'm the coolest in the city bitch While
Just thinkin' about those days you used to talk to me Smilin' while I'm sippin' on this Hennessey And remember, we'd brag on how rich we would be To get out this
that shit Neverland Ranch Tre Pounds, shoot fast, call that shit Kevin Durant you n-ggers beneath me now go get f-cking stomped son no I run this city
from the heart dog) Oh man [stalkin' gat moves, walkin' jack move] This was that street right here (its that bone, bone, bone, bone) Ya'll remember? this
, let's smoke, I got to get high I been high since the last song (Off that la, la, la, la, la, la, la) And I just been smokin' and smokin' Smoke another
What else? (we keep you) Now motherfuckers lay it down The ruler's back, cause it's too many pussies out here making bullshit records and ruining rap I gotta check this
- holla back cause you wit me (do it a) Shout my nigga Keya, Tony Mack, Jalay, Nikki (let's do it again) This for all them hood parkin' lots in every city
thinkin twice nigga, you ain't my nigga I don't smoke with you, drink with you, eat with you I got a problem with you, I'mma let the heat whistle This
motherfucker, da bullshit Funk Doc, motherfucker, push whips, motherfucker Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker, yo Brick City, Jersey
thug Standin on the corner sellin drugs And just remember, this ain't multiple choice Without a college degree you only got your voice You gotta talk for yours, or get nothin at all This
equator BITCH, I'll see ya later [Verse 2] I remember when a nigga didnt have these clothes Remember when a nigga didnt have these golds Remember when
microphone up an leave it smokin' when I?m finished Per pound spinach my niggaz been in it an done, done it So when you come to smoke wit' our records
m too busy finding places and trips to take The more I smoke the more money my business make Remember they used to be like "who is this?" Now, I'm up in this
