Тексты песен «Nas»

[Intro (Nas)] Yeah... ay yo Jungle... ay yo Wiz... Come on man... Let's do this It's a Braveheart party y'all C'mon [Chorus (Mary)] Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance Don't be afraid just take a chance Cuz this...

[Intro] (Nas) Yeah... ay yo Jungle... ay yo Wiz... Come on man... Let's do this It's a Braveheart party y'all C'mon [Hook] (Mary) Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance Don't be afraid just take a chance Cuz this beat...

In America, you'll never be free Middle finger's up, fuck the police Damn, can a nigga just breathe, breathe? Bravehearts, still QB's Finest Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate Not only do you see a nigga...

[Nas talking] "The light is there." [Intro: Olu Dara singing] See I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him...

The light is there See I come from Mississippi, I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas I told him as a youngster, he'll be...

*Nas talking* "The light is there." [Intro: Olu Dara singing] See I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him...

Yea, hehe. Don Quan A vision of God's Son Nas. That nigga Cass rules. Whattup baby [Chorus: Quan] Y'all niggaz is crazy. *To think* Y'all niggaz can't fade me *Trick these* From the bottom to the top, from the booth to...

There comes a day in your life when you wanna kick back Straw hat on the porch when you're old perhaps Wanna gather your thoughts, have a cold one brag To your grandkids about how life is golden So I will light a cigar...

There comes a day in your life when you wanna kick back Straw hat on the porch when you're old perhaps Wanna gather your thoughts, have a cold one, brag To your grandkids about how life is golden So I will light a...

From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on we superfly Made Gucci this shit, Louis too, suits and ties Player trophies, pray to Goldie Picture wax museums full of Black Panther triple OGs Aunt Jemima hoes, historic...

[Intro: Nas] Yea, niggaz want to talk about this rap shit Niggaz want to talk about this money About these cars, these homes, these labels Clothes, sneakers, big money shit Now everybody tryin' to get rich Now get rich...

Yeah, **** want to talk about this rap **** **** want to talk about this money About these cars, these homes These labels, clothes, sneakers, big money shit Now everybody tryin' to get rich Now get rich Some rap...

(feat. Rick Ross) (Creed II Soundtrack) [Intro: Rick Ross] (M-M) Michael Williams Renzel Ravioli (Woo!) (Hahaha) Ugh This some country western shit right here (Huh!) (Yeah!) Like Quentin Tarantino M-M-Maybach Music...

And as a special treat this evening I have asked America's foremost young poet to read his latest poem for us [scratching by DJ Premier:] "ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"...

[Hook x2: Nas] 'Come Take a Ride' you can fit up in my two-seater Nas a thug you can catch me in my wife beater Blowin' my drugs you know how I like the cheeba-cheeba And if you hatin' and I prolly don't like it either...

"Count Your Blessings" (with Damian Marley) And I've got studios to write in (?) And I've got news for rejoicing Now a new sun is rising I count my blessings That I'm safe when I'm resting Furniture in my nesting But...

(Aiyyo calm down, fall back! Y'all Queensbridge always fightin up in here!) [Marley Marl] Ladies and gentlemen, we got Queensbridge Finest up in this mothafucker tonight They just came from war They wanna let you know...

[Nas] One more time, one more time Huh, one more time, huh One more time I dream of the day I could go back to when I was born Laying in your arms, wishing you was here today mom Wish you the pid Just for a second from...

[Intro] Check it out I call it.. Yeah, yeah.. I call it -- shit for niggaz with daughters I call this -- shit for niggaz with daughters I call this -- shit for niggaz with daughters I call this -- shit for niggaz with...

To my niggas To my niggas What! what! [nas sings] Looking back in time, when I had on my shines I saw you standing there I never tried to diss you, you didn't need your pistol Why did you have to take it there But then...