Lyrics:
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
in New York or down in the south
I'm out in the trap with gold in my mouth
They booked me for the clubs in the hood
Where niggas scared to go but
tell them boys is rookies
When they make it rain in the club
You know them boys is rookies
When they got a hundred ones under dub
I love it when they
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
Okyena.....
"" ɛnɛ yɛ bɛ da next week, woteaseɛ ""
Hwehwɛ mu kɔ yi wo mpena
""19 kojo 19 kojo 19 kojo""
6th VERSE
19 kojo hoo na me ne me boys gyina mu
the mansion
When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme?
Never on schedule, but always on time
These streets hold my deepest days
This hood taught
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
by Zegna, or YSL
Matchin' the Saint Laurents, I'm fly as hell
Hands in the air, the season of Nasir
(Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da)
The season
it taste
I like to keep my 9 on me, its right here tucked by my waist
I got a missle on my back im taking off to da moon
Yu lil boys cant ride da wave
a heavyweight bout BOY
Im na heavy-weight champ
Ima bout break your amp
We lit like a lamp, No hypocrites in my camp
It's evident, I'm so relevant
I'm so elegant
ontario, fox in da stereo
I'm in the hood going hard in the boulevard
Make hard in holes, 'n' the old hood adores you
Mah doo block keep it fresh peer
Yeah, sir
Your boy Juicy J in the buildin', man
Memphis, Tenn, we global, man
Shut the fuck up
Simes got that secret sauce
Representin'
da 50 of the back wit me...
Every where I go you know im good
I'm surrounded by the wolves
And we ain't up to no good
We gon pull up to yo hood...
Was
No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill
Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children
Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep
No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill
Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children
Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep
gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way
And you can call me Mr. Get 'Em Gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
Whole city want me dead they don't really love
Hood want me in da feds they don't really love me
Friends wish they hit my head they don't really love
you
Fuck with me I'm a thug
You already know how we come I'm
In the hood where the drugs, and the slugs
Nigga already know just how we gone come
You pay
A ghetto king, now he levatatin'
They say he smiled in his casket
This ends the first chapter
Of another Nas classic
Tales from the hood, trails of blood
But
the sounds of that boy Lil' O
Da Fat Rat Wit' Da Cheeze in the H
This how it go nigga
I'm ma show ya how to work a wood wheel
Chrome lady leaning over that
let down your hair
Shawty get loose!!
Hit da dance flow and act like there's nobody else in hurr
Shawty get loose!!
Krump!
Clown!
Break it on down
I be big boy is not by bears or weight
Hope your account self cary some weight
I no de like talk with no evidence
Yes you dor see milli but no
Find my
Find my, find my boy (find my boy)
Find my, find my boy (find my boy)
Find my, find my boy
Are you tall with the spot in Florence?
Are
.jpg/227px-Nas_July_2014_(cropped).jpg "Nas")
Discuss these nas in da hood by frayser boy Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In