I keep ?em on display Black t-shirt so all you see is the A Turn on the TV and all you see is the A You niggas better make up a dance and try to get
like to lie on the mic Hide behind fame, I was a G when I came That's the way I remain [Verse 4: Nas] Who besides the Egyptian-walker, fuckers have a
Yeah, what, you, uhu, c'mon Yeah, yeah, what? Nasty Nas, Virgo, Ludacris, Virgo Doug Fresh, as we go, somethin' like this, Nasir Baby girl, won't you
Troopin' the naga like the chupacabra Cool it mama, you gettin' too hot Bust a shot, boo-ya, rub it up and down Like my oo-wops, Suscia, show me your dirty dance
Code 2, call tonight Got a villa full of young Dons Champagne and a grill on my front lawn What's song? We can dance to some more jams Finally meet Nas
is just as bad as the first Compared to the second, yo, it's definitely worse 'Coz this is about a guy getting chauffeured in a hurst Let me do what Nas
Yeah, all the people in the place It's the one and only Kid Capri Along with my man Nas Escobar We about to take this one all around the world So y'all
rest my case kelis...wow i hate her so much right now "my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard". who gave you her record deal oh my god. nas
game It's okay for Soulja Boy to say Nas' name Nothin' but Ludacris answers The game backwards like dancers Shootin' on the same dance floor You grew
(Ms. Jade) She'll light the chronic up (Ms. Jade) I ain't gon' stop, 'til I'm satisfied Chain hangin' like Nas, see right through the lies Y'all never
Boze odlatujscy w obce dla nas strony Powstrzymaj odlot swoj I tul z placzem do piersi ten wiecznie krzywdzony Wierzscy w Ciebie gnoj [B. Le?mian , Do
next generation Throwing carnations at my tombstone In my new home, meet moms in my Yves St. Laurent suit on Then we do a dance like my man Luther Jam
Where them dumbs at? Where them dumbs at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them dumbs at? Where where them dumbs at? [Nas] I slow dance with the Devil
Yeah, one, two, c'mon, yeah, yeah, what? Nasty Nas, Virgo, L-L-Ludacris, Virgo Doug Fresh, as we go, somethin' like this Nas here Baby girl, won't you
that to the game Grafitti all on the train, get up your name I don't feel how I used to feel I'm in my 20's so a new Nas joint used to give me the chills