Nasty
by Nas
lyricscopy.com
Yeah, word
Got some Remy Martin and some good-ass cigars, check it out
[Verse 1]
Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader, no equal
I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered
Count how many bad honeys I slut, it´s a high number
Name a nigga under the same sky that I´m under
Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter, it´s love when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin´
The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
Drop Rolls, hoes drop clothes
Louis the XIII, freaks, women nice size
I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
It ain´t my fault, semiautomatic weapons I brought
The world crazy, I´m rich and I´m girl-crazy
Dick ‘em, convince ‘em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion, I lose ‘em
Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety
Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD
[Verse 2]
Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
I´m not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin´ Biggie, the great legend
Blastin´, I´m after the actress who played Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
I´m so high, I never land like Mike Jackson´s crib
Vest on,.45 still crack ya rib sacrilege
Talk trash about the nasty kid
Past nasty now, I´m gross and repulsive, talk money
Is you jokin´, cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket
On the floors, ceilings, the safe, bitch, I got all you envy
But don´t offend, I´m skinny, but still I´m too big for a Bentley
You are your car, what could represent me
Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly
Must design me somethin´ Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the ´90s
Drug dealer call, rush to the bar
Move, niggas, we don´t give a fuck who you are
Black card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them them saggin´, bet a hundred stacks
Niggas´ll run it back just havin´ fun
I ain´t even begun to black, light another blunt in fact
[Interlude]
(Nasty) Yeah, nasty kid
[Verse 3]
For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it
Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin´
Saying it was Nas I used to hustle with
I display fashions while my lungs engage hashes, guns on my waist past his
Since I´m cakin´ up, put funds in my safe, laughin´
And joining the blunt passin´ you niggas was straight assin´
Excuse the vulgarity, I´m still not fully adjusted
Or used to the new fans hearin´ me spit rapidly
I never see the whips niggas be claimin´ they drivin´
I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin´
Fake it ´til you make it, I´ve driven those toys
Been in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin´ in doors
For my deen niggas, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
I´m no fake rap CD listener
Sit back and roll a mean swisher
For my Gs, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga
Got some Remy Martin and some good-ass cigars, check it out
[Verse 1]
Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader, no equal
I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered
Count how many bad honeys I slut, it´s a high number
Name a nigga under the same sky that I´m under
Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter, it´s love when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin´
The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
Drop Rolls, hoes drop clothes
Louis the XIII, freaks, women nice size
I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
It ain´t my fault, semiautomatic weapons I brought
The world crazy, I´m rich and I´m girl-crazy
Dick ‘em, convince ‘em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion, I lose ‘em
Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety
Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD
[Verse 2]
Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
I´m not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin´ Biggie, the great legend
Blastin´, I´m after the actress who played Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
I´m so high, I never land like Mike Jackson´s crib
Vest on,.45 still crack ya rib sacrilege
Talk trash about the nasty kid
Past nasty now, I´m gross and repulsive, talk money
Is you jokin´, cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket
On the floors, ceilings, the safe, bitch, I got all you envy
But don´t offend, I´m skinny, but still I´m too big for a Bentley
You are your car, what could represent me
Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly
Must design me somethin´ Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the ´90s
Drug dealer call, rush to the bar
Move, niggas, we don´t give a fuck who you are
Black card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them them saggin´, bet a hundred stacks
Niggas´ll run it back just havin´ fun
I ain´t even begun to black, light another blunt in fact
[Interlude]
(Nasty) Yeah, nasty kid
[Verse 3]
For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it
Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin´
Saying it was Nas I used to hustle with
I display fashions while my lungs engage hashes, guns on my waist past his
Since I´m cakin´ up, put funds in my safe, laughin´
And joining the blunt passin´ you niggas was straight assin´
Excuse the vulgarity, I´m still not fully adjusted
Or used to the new fans hearin´ me spit rapidly
I never see the whips niggas be claimin´ they drivin´
I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin´
Fake it ´til you make it, I´ve driven those toys
Been in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin´ in doors
For my deen niggas, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
I´m no fake rap CD listener
Sit back and roll a mean swisher
For my Gs, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga
