shot pussy-hole fi fun [Nas Escobar] Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
shot cost you one (unintelligible) Nas escobar- Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
E Nastradamus remix For the world Make it real, baby Uh, Desert Storm, baby Uh, check it This for you Let's show the world you're my golden girl
shot pussy-hole fi fun [nas escobar] Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
Thug] Wanna fuck and puff lie A teenage thug [Nas] Dreams of bein a doctor will deteriorate Takin over the underworld was a clearer fate Luxury cars, a hundred girls
is the fur We ahead of the curve And they all looking like the girls on virgin Cut beats, im a fucking wordsurgeon Scalp and sponge This work Dance Chorus: Under the spotlights Neither black
don't understand him, it don't mean that he nice It just means you don't understand all the bullshit that he write Is it "Oochie Wally Wally" or is it "One Mic"? Is it "Black Girl Lost
...time...time....time for looking back] - Nas Sample (One Love) [twenty-two years ago to keep it on track] - Cl Smooth Sample (T.R.O.Y) [Fuck it black
[Intro: Black Ice] Yo, yo Nas. Big and Pac didn't like you man So get off they dick please man This is Ice and Cormega man Comin' for you, faggot!! [
shot pussy-hole fi fun {Nas Escobar} Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
here Burnt my block, I had a fiend cookin wit beer Like the Bobby Womack of crack Might see me in the burgandy thing, or the black on black Matter of
, lets go, yeah! [Nas] Uh, ghetto children singing "singing" [Nas] See they eager to learn "uh hum" [Nas] how to become the next world leaders "Bravehearts"! Chorus:[Nas
Nas)] [Verse 3: Nas] Gypsies, preachers, choirs, churches, liquor stores The world is full of liars, curses, people rich or poor Without God to worship, see we would be more lost
last days and times Verse Two: Nas The way to be, paradise like relaxin black, latino and anglo-saxon Armani exchange the reins Cash, Lost Tribe of
silence? For brothers who died from black-on-black violence From here to the Dark Continent were rebels sell diamonds To clients allover the world, got little Black girls