You motherfuckers do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and I control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts I take a sip of that yak, I to fuck I take a hit of chronic, it got me stuck But really amazing is how I keep blazing Towel under the door smoke until the end Puff, puff pass, don't fuck up rotation Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga that's chaser Turn nothing to something now pimpin' a savior Best things are now pimp and get your paper off the ground instead of skyscraper Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we
We (come on, homie, we major)
Feeling better than some head on a Sunday Better a chick that say yes to soon Until you have a daughter, that's what I call And you pray to god she don't grow too soon. Projects to' up, signs is thrown up Niggas hats broke off how we grow up Why else you think shorty's write rhymes just to up? Get first car and then IRS show up He ain't never had shit but he had nine come through flickin' and he had that shine Put two and two together in a little bad Gon' be a whole on that funeral line Ask the reverend was the strip club cool if my tips help send a pretty through school That's all I want wino's want they good whiskey I in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me
You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up and how we roll up and I can't control it, can't hold it, so nuts I a sip of that yak, I want to fuck I take a hit of chronic, it got me stuck But really what's amazing is how I keep under the door smoke until the days end Puff, puff then pass, fuck up rotation Hypnotic for Henny, now that's your chaser Turn nothing to something now that's a savior things are green now pimp and get your paper High off the ground instead of Too low thinkin' we local, on homie, we major
I heard the beat and I ain't know to write First line, should it be the hos or the ice? Four-four's or Christ? Both flows would be nice Rap big paper or the black man's plight At the studio console asked my man to the this verse sound like, should I freestyle or write? He said, Nas, the fans want is Illmatic, Stillmatic Picked up the pad and and jotted what I feel Been like 12 years since a first signed Now I'm a free And I'm thinking it's To build my own Motown Cause be deprived of executive 9 to 5s And it hurts to see these be stealing the life And I to give my blood sweat and tears to the mic So y'all the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt I'm Jesse Jackson on the where King got killed I the livest niggas around Lasting longer than more half of you clowns Look, I used to before I had the game took Either way my change like Sam Cooke.
Feeling better than I ever before today Like late than never is orientation Still we can make it better all your cares away
You better do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and I can't control it, can't it, it's so nuts I take a sip of that yak, I want to I take a hit of that chronic, it got me But really what's is how I keep blazing Towel under the door smoke until the end Puff, puff pass, don't fuck up rotation for Henny, now nigga that's your chaser Turn nothing to now pimpin' that's a savior things are green now pimp and get your paper High off the ground instead of Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we