Various Artists - Nas-made You Look |
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Nas-made You Look
Various Artists Uh, uh, uh, now lets get it all in perspective For all yall enjoyment, a song yall can step wit Yall appointed me to bring rap justice But I aint five Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro Only describe us as soldier survivors Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse In a white tee lookin for wifie Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze We can drive thru the city no doubt, but dont say my cars topless Say the titties is out, newness heres the anthem Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with Swing around like you stu You know I click Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat Rooftop like we bringing 88 back [ They shootin! You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin big/"big" money, playboy your times up Where them gangstas? where them dimes at? They shootin! You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin big/"big" money, playboy your times up Where them gangstas at? where them dimes at? [verse 2: nas] This aint rappin, this is street Now get up off your ass like your seats hot My live niggaz lit up the reefer Trunka the car we got the streetsweeper Dont start none, wont be none No reason for your mans to panic You dont wanna see no ambulances Knock a pimps drink down in his pimp cup Thats the way you get timberlandd up Let the music diffuse all the tension Ball or convention, free admission Hustlers, dealers and killersca move swift Girls get close, youca feel where the tools kept All my just Get money, leave the beef alone slowly Get out my face, you people so phoney Pull out my waist, the eagle fo [thugs chanting "bravehearts!" 4x over dj scratching gunshots] [verse 3: nas] I lay you out, show you what steel do I see niggaz runnin, yo my mood is real rude Mobsters dont box, my pump shot obliges Every invitation to fight you punk hazas Like pun said, "you aint even en mi clasa" Maybach benz, back seat, tv plasma Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers Whatever you choose, whatever you do Make sure he a thug and intelligent too Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest Lemme feel how the head is [record scratched off, nas rhymes acapella] And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth Im a leader, at last this a don you wit My ninesll spit, niggaz loose consciousness |
