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Artiste : Nas
Titre : Nasty
[Nas & Big Kap]
(Y´all ready for Nas?
Queensbridge, y´all ready to see Nasty Nas?
Uh huh, they ready)
Yeah, word

Got some Rémy Martin
And some good-ass cigars, check it out

[Nas]
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-cutter´d
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, semi-automatic 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

[Nas]
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 ´bout 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 it
You envy, but don´t offend me
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 90´s
Drug dealer car, 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 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, haha...

[Nas]
(Nasty) Nasty kid
(Nasty) Yeah...
(Nasty) The kid! (Nasty) Yeah...
(Nasty) Nasty kid (Nasty)

[Nas]
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 hashish
Guns on my waist, past this
Since I´m cakin´ up, put funds in my safe, laughin´
And joinin´ 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 them wars, in the streets, cops kickin´ in doors
For my team, nigga, your flow cheap as limousine liquor

I´m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher
For my G´s, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga