- Nas Made You Look 歌詞
- Nas
- Bravehearts, bravehearts
Bravehearts, bravehearts
Bravehearts, bravehearts
Bravehearts
Now lets get it all in perspective
For all yall enjoyment, a song yall can step with
Yall appointed me to bring rap justice
But I aint five O, yall know its Nas yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin for wifey
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the Coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive through the city no doubt
But dont say my cars topless say the titties is out
Newness heres the anthem put your hand up that you shoot with
Count your loot with, push the pool stick in your new crib
Same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid
Kinga the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and your mens at
Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop like we bringing 88 back
They shootin aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin big money, playboy your times up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at ?
They shootin aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin big money, playboy your times up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?
This aint rappin, this is street-hop
Now get up off your ass like your seats hot
My live niggas lit up the reefer
Trunka the car we got the streetsweeper
Dont start none, wont be none no reason for your mans to panic
You dont wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimps drink down in his pimp cup
Thats the way you get Timberland up
Let the music diffuse all the tention
Baller convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killersca move swift
Girls get close, youca feel where the tools kept
All my just- comin homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phony
Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty
They shootin aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin big money, playboy your times up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
They shootin aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin big money, playboy your times up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?
Bravehearts, bravehearts
Bravehearts, bravehearts
I see niggaz runnin , yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters dont box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk asses
Like pun said, 'You not even En Mi Clasa'
Make backspins, back seat, TV plasma
Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thorough bred is, show me love
Lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
Im a lead ya at last, this a don you wit
My ninesll spit, niggaz loose consciousness
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