Nas - Nasty Lyrics
WordGot some Remy Martin, some good-ass cigarsCheck it outAyo, late night, candlelight, fiend wit' diesel in his needleQueensbridge leader, no equal, I come from the Wheel of EzekielTo pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke purp, and heal the peopleAny rebuttal to what I utter get box-cutteredCount how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high numberName a nigga under the same sky that I'm underWho gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonderEyes flutter as love when Nas pops upStars get starstruck, panties start drippin'The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigarsDrop moves, drop clothesLouis the XIII freaks, women nice sizeI ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeousIt ain't my fault, semiautomatic weaponsI brought the world “Crazy,†I'm rich and I'm girl-crazyDick ‘em, convince ‘em all to praise meThey ideology is confusion, I lose ‘emFellates me, who hate me? My gun off safetySince a Tunnel escape key, my jewelry in HDSilent rage, pristine in my vintage shadesI'm not in the winters of my life or the beginner stage, I am the dragonMaserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great legendBlastin', I'm after the actress who played Faith EvansMy little Jackie Onassis, dig?I'm so high, I never land like Mike Jackson's cribBest on .45, still crack ya rib sacrilegeWhen lids talk trash about the nasty kidPast nasty now, I'm gross and repulsiveTalk money, is you jokin'? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofaIn the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocketOn the floors, ceiling, the safe, *****I got all you envy, but don't offendI'm skinny, but still I'm too big for a BentleyYou are your car, what could represent?Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestlyMust design me somethin' Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the '90sDrug dealer call, rush to the barMove, niggas, we don't give a ***** who you areBlack card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denimsPretty women see them them saggin'Bet a hundred stacks, niggas'll run it backJust havin' fun, I ain't even begun to blackLight another blunt in fact(Nasty)Nasty kid(Nasty)Yeah(Nasty)The kid!(Nasty)Nasty kidFor the hustlers, thick as yellow *****es for the suck of itGot a bunch of niggas in prison braggin', sayin' “It was Nas I used to hustle wit'â€ÂI display fashions while my lungs engage hashes, guns on my waist past hisSince I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe, laughin'And joining the niggas passin' you niggas was straight assin'Excuse the vulgarity, I'm still not fully adjustedOr used to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidlyI never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin'I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin'Fake it 'til you make it, I've driven those toysBeen in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in doorsFor my deen niggas, your flow cheap as limousine liquorI'm no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisherFor my Gs, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga