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- Charlie Wilson Car #85 歌词
- Nas Charlie Wilson
- Ah ah ah ah ah la da-da da
Big Queens NYC
Ah ah ah ah ah la da-da da
Ah ah ah ah ah
Uh
La oh oh ooh
Ooh-ooh
Yeah
Oh ooh-ooh
Hit Boy
Nas/Charlie Wilson：
They called me Babyface in eighty-eight
On 40th and Broadway they made me stay and wait
Cab service car eighty-five
Ten minutes they back in the car
Not safe to drive narcos are lookin'
Woop woop woop
No secret compartments in the ride so keep pushin'
We get stopped hide it between the seat cushion
Either that or just tuck it inside your boot
Don't throw it out the window yet son that's all our loot
Not yet
See
They turned they wasn't after us my n***a with me laughin'
Yeah
He clutchin' his gold Lazarus made it home and he baggin' up
What up
I'm just a lil' n***a smokin' w**d
Fried
I'm just tryna figure out who to be
Nas
Horse and Dula touchin' paper
Uh-huh
Plus Spud and Wallet Head a lot of bread
And I was talkin' to Tia
I went to her block I was just happy to see her
And low was how she did me
Ooh
She moved from Queens to Co-Op City
Ooh-wee
She said Visit me that's if you really miss me
I did
Show proof
Ten n***as outside her buildin' that's what I go through
D**n
1989 my baby mind was advancin'
Yeah
Nike Air Trainer 3's two fingers on her hand son
Ooh
I'm losin' her slowly
Uh
Plus my other girl is startin' to move on the homie
Hop in eighty-five roll with me
Oh-oh
Nas Charlie Wilson：
When I used to slide
I used to call car eighty-five
Don't want no other driver on the job
Nah
Only car eighty-five
Yo take me uptown to that smoke shop I like
Ooh
Car eighty-five
All blacked out tint
Running for my life
Everywhere we went we took car eighty-five
Yeah yeah
Nas/Charlie Wilson：
We gon' ride
Put that tape on I like
You know that tape I like turn that s**t up
Oh yeah
We gon' smoke and ride
Ooh-ooh
Go to Times Square we take it from there
Just ride
Ridin' with car eighty-five
It's Friday
It woulda been a good night to pick up shorty
But she on some other s**t
Ooh-wee ooh-ooh-ooh yeah
Nas/Charlie Wilson：
In my peripheral view
Nothin' trivial 'bout me just witness the truth I'm certified
That's been verified
My mere presence got other guys terrified
Woah ooh
Slap oxygen out your esophagus
Ooh-ooh
I survived with stick up kids was droppin' s**t
Ooh-ooh
The rotten apple's the tabernacle
That's NY White Castles at midnight
Fish sandwiches forty ounces and fistfights
Oh ooh-wee
They even used car eighty-five to pull robberies
Use 'em as a getaway car and paid him properly
Next year the whole town strung out
Swept the block where they hung out
Look how far we've come now
Amen
Grab the duffel and run out
Seven fiends in one house hustle sun up to sundown
What up
Summertime in NY
In the back seat of car eighty-five
Oh-oh oh
Nas/Charlie Wilson：
The whole hood was tryna call car eighty-five
Any car like that any number that had that system
Or that cool ride
Yeah
You know that'd make your whole day
Just bein' able to get up and go
To this day I just like to ride
Lot of thoughts come to mind
Ooh-wee oh oh ooh
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