Nas - Doo Rags Lyrics
Uhh[nas]Pushin drop-tops, stacy lattisaw tapes, the 80s had us all apesYoungest gorillas up to bat at home plateThat was a uncanny era, guns in my pantsYeah x-clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fadeHomicide and feds on the blocks where I played, b-ballThats when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-causeCause ray charles could see the ghettoWas told to stay strong and I could beat the devilCause yo, I used to play apollo balcony seatsWatchin niggaz swing razors in the front row, then out in the streetsThe car show, 560s, chemical afrosAcuras pumpin super lover cee and casanovaLive chicks be, asses bustin out of they clothesWearin lip gloss, big door knockers pealin they earlobesSo where them years go? where the old gold beers and cheers go?But now them shorties here doe, so[chorus]The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and fursRikers island bustin, still packed, whats the word?The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herbAnd im, still enjoyin lifes ride; one mo timeThe doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and fursRikers island bustin, still packed, whats the word?The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herbAnd im, still enjoyin lifes ride; right?[nas]Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggersIn army boots, yellin join the armed forces!We lost the vietnam war, intoxicated poisonsNeedles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunesTheres still a lot of ***** crawlin in the carpet officesWar in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture usThey wont be servin the beast too longThe murderers wearin police uniforms, confederate flags I burnBeat street breakers were dancin to the music I choseAnd peachtree atlantic crackheads was tootin they noseIn frozen corners of chicago, loaded up llamas childrenWith fo-fos, and double-revolversWe devil incarnates, headed for jailWhere shell gas company in south africa be havin us killedYour paper money was the death of christAnd all these shorties comin up just resurrect your lifeIts like a cycle[chorus][nas]Niggaz used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried upThats when we were lied to, buyin hair productsBack before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratintil awareness started penetratinThe styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin liquorJust to prove we some creative niggazTurnin nothin into somethin, is God workAnd you get nothin without struggle and hard workWar is necessary to my niggaz in chainsFrom greene to sing-sing, Im wantin yall to know one thingThe hardest thing is to forgive, but God doesEven if you murdered or robbed, yeah its wrong, but God lovesTake one step toward him, he takes two toward youEven when all else fail, God support youI done it, got God sun on my stomachMy heart and my lungs was affected from hennys and gettin bluntedDo your body right and it loves you backYou only get one life, and yo because of thatIm still blazin, goin out for the causeStill rockin stockin caps, not for the waves, obeyin no lawsAnd its like that[chorus]
