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Cup'a hen', goose, cup'a Cris'
White chain, colored on a wrist
Switch lanes in monster whips,
Specially dressed, guess who? Nas, obvious
Step to bars, we order dark liquors
Clear liquors, niggaz are SEX
Yes, we get respectic, messages
Left our brains, grit into a female's
She feels electric, her breasts touchin' them
Wet 'tween the legs from this seduction

NAS, then they ass, it
Whisperin' she intelligent gangstas
fatties, bubbles, call head skull
Before I get either I some Red Bull
She'll scream as I pushed in her freezing pool
When she piss she gon' bleed in the whole
That's how much I bang and touch her pretty thing
Won't pluck no chicken wing, don't fuck just anything
Gotta up, run up and get touched up
Suicide, that's if you us

Don't talk, just hold your
Been here a while, there's only one nigga
And all'a y'all my style
I spend dough but I still let it
Mama shake ya
Coochie get wet while the bass bang
You put it on and on and on and on
Everybody 'bout the new Nas song

Uh, from a boy to a
Love the rock diamonds and fancy
I'm a thoroughbred, heavy mayn
I'm fuckin' tonight that's on everything
Fellas who beat bodies me
Kidnappers and stick-up kids, they all with me
Pop with me, button-up shirts and throwbacks
Old cats roll when I'm in the city
And the floor it's disgustin'
Move your to the basic percussion
I'm that, cool don who won't say nuttin'
And laugh when a nigga frontin'

And all'a y'all my style
I dough but I still let it pile
shake ya thing
Coochie get wet while the bass beat
You put it on and on and on and on
Everybody 'bout the new Nas song
beat bang
Bass bang
Everybody 'bout the new Nas song

Tims, rock Chucks, rock Bapes
Her light eyes, pretty lips, fly
First you you would spread for me in an instant
See me with the chick, now you act different
Power of the shift, now I embarrass her
Play your position, you way character
Do the knowledge, graduated hood college with
Pay to Nas, Dickies and Converse
On the shades in the nighttime regardless
The army's so thick you can't us

And y'all know my style
I spend dough but I let it pile
Mama ya thing
Coochie get wet the bass beat bang
You put it on and on and on and on
talkin' 'bout the new Nas song