Nas - U Gotta Love It Lyrics
Real conversation for that ass(its what they want) huh(its what they want) what you said, cant hear you man(its what they want) speak the ***** up(its what they want) word (its what they want)[nas]Nastradumas, astrologic, know when I repFlow when Im set, got the chips to a lotus my whipGold on my neck was once a code of respectFor high rollers and vetsNow its loads of baguettes, prefer a mack-10 over a techNo matter sober or wet, I smack soldiers, cadetsTrees that might eject my hype backFamous phrase nigga light thatHoes you *****, ask you where your ice at, dunIts all about playboys, when we was youngCan only get tongue, then finally we can cumBusting in hoes, guzzling 4sCrack blitz, 86, you turn hustling proFrom bottles, to seven in your handTo fake pepsis to get to the crack, unscrew the canGleam blunted, seeing 100s, stacks of boy with a lean on itWe got it if the fiends want itThe whole block singing the same theme don it***** it, too many crabs in the bucketIf its ice work, Im gonna truck itYou gotta love it, you gotta love it[chorus](its what they want) ***** it(its what they want) you gotta love it(its what they want) ***** it(its what they want) you gotta love it(its what they want) ***** it(its what they want) you gotta love it(its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want)[nas]Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremistGet pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of *****esHung up my riches, her childest wishesBe suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoesConspicuous and it shows, tricking this doughKicking this flow, slip in a new foSo when your click roll, I let my clips go, niggas on opposite pollsI got that confident soul, for those locked in a holeInhuman, living hostile opposedTo living on the streets, proper from my top to my toesAeropostale my clothes, vernon niggas in suburbans with liquorPreposterous foes, frantically foul niggasSee niggas in blast, there goes a loud differenceCoke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickensYou cant be a kingpin when you snitchingRegardless, we still make you a targetWe shoot you and chill, chrome objectsHit you in your projects, its street anomicsThis rhyme is edited, credited through ebonicsMiserable cats, hunger paintingGet off your ass, stop complainingMy crew be in montego bay margaritingWhile you home, waiting your arraignmentThis thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainmentNow back in the hood, certain cats they wanna kill meThey ice grill me, but on the low, niggas feel meYou gotta love it, you gotta love it[chorus](its what they want) ***** it(its what they want) you gotta love it(its what they want) ***** it(its what they want) you gotta love it(its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want)
