the hours Left them undone When glass and smoke call It's a farewell, a sad farewell We are lost in glass and smoke Cut by glass, choked by smoke
a motherfuckin, joke Used to find dope in his coat And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke Daaamn, don't get me started My mama smoked so God
nigga smoke a ounce and bounce over the rhythem And hit em and get another suck and hit em with venom Nigga my name is Sen and I'm real while you're pretending
silence No more screaming No more cries Stunned and bewildered Cold and afraid Torn up and broken Frightened and dazed Stunned and bewildered Cold and afraid Torn up and broken Frightened and
pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress Coke and acid
and razor fame Glass out a red light, see Killah get on a ninja bike Show my love to the God he peeled out and made a right [Sound of speeding motorcycle
and out of zones Had to put down the heat, picked up the microphone Started payin off the jewelers and flossin in stones Chunky and I ain't talkin chicken
goodbye] Yo, yeah! (Smokin?) Yeah. [just another helpless] We gotta come smokin [fool in love is what I am] This is it (We smoke
Hit the tripwire Duck from the gunfire Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck As I commence to wreck Eject another clip and drip sweat
So shit sounds right I rhyme of death And darkness and danger Your crib or car Becomes a torture chamber I write my rhymes with violence What you expect? Sounds
jumped over the others and kicked the door down with my feet Ran down the steps and headed right into the street Waved down a car, the driver stopped and
pounding, the sound escalated Looked out of my window, blood dripped down thy glass, I see bodies lay twisted and mangled on grass, I ran into thy main room and
don't even work Smoke you at 8:00 and won't even twirk I shoot prostitutes like plastic ducks Buck, buck, ping! I gives no fucks Had me a girlfriend and
mention? I'm all about the money and ridin in cars with suspension Bouncin, bankin up corners smokin dough Smokin that weed, hangin out with my locs and
up y'all and make it hot [Chorus] [R. Kelly] New York, Chicago, Atlanta, L.A. Miami crazy like yippie-i-yae Rude boys in the club smokin on hay Smoke
a sound so good it hurts. And I?m a sucker for a midnight drag, A long slow dance of smokin ash. I light em up and I breathe in fast, And hope they calm
? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?...... Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic Vegas on acid, Seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses And