歌曲 | Nazareth Savage (Explicit Album Version) |
歌手 | Nas |
专辑 | Street's Disciple |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Gibbs, Jones, White |
[00:21.25] | I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum |
[00:23.32] | Plus they ass lick, summer house, be sippin' rum |
[00:26.32] | Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days in my ashtray |
[00:29.52] | Smoke signals from the haze |
[00:31.58] | I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke |
[00:34.32] | That symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off |
[00:36.82] | The infrastructure cave in, amazin' |
[00:38.51] | I ain't have to read the Art of War to slay men |
[00:41.82] | Serve niggaz, bird niggaz speakin' reckless |
[00:43.64] | When they momma love the kid's records, I've made you gutless |
[00:46.32] | You don't know struggle, throw couple shells at you |
[00:49.13] | Hell grabs you, nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine |
[00:51.58] | I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen |
[00:54.82] | Gave you chumps a path to walk |
[00:56.84] | Hold my hand, I'm a guide you like the O.G. |
[00:58.91] | But don't talk, don't get it confused |
[01:00.41] | 'Cause none y'all can fit in my shoes |
[01:02.21] | Y'all made of chemicals, artificial accents |
[01:04.09] | God'll forgive you bastards |
[01:05.53] | Only if ya'll repent to the Nazareth Savage |
[01:08.94] | |
[01:17.62] | I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it? |
[01:20.05] | Form a crew, swallow forty cal' bullets after dinner's finished |
[01:22.54] | |
[01:23.25] | Wash it down with a shot of tequila, pocket full'a scrilla |
[01:26.54] | Can't come close to Francis Coppola, Samson, no Delilah |
[01:30.48] | You're pint-sized, I'm mic's eyes |
[01:32.35] | With the gladiator tattoos on it |
[01:34.11] | You scared to look too long at |
[01:35.78] | Sit on a don's lap tell you a story, shorty |
[01:38.28] | Spicy like lories, chicken heads and orgies |
[01:41.08] | Criminals that draw heat in their late forties |
[01:43.57] | Drug habits, love grabbin' kids up like yours |
[01:45.83] | Sendin' you a picture of them in they drawers with black eyes |
[01:49.19] | Savage guys, you hire Magnum P.I.'s to bag up my guys |
[01:52.94] | Said you was a thug with a good disguise |
[01:55.50] | Try to protect your cabbage |
[01:56.87] | You runnin' from the Nazareth Savage |
[01:59.01] | |
[02:08.38] | Son's backward flows, they say mine is very scary |
[02:11.25] | Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies |
[02:14.14] | And all of y'all wear that same aroma |
[02:16.64] | How to blow on your eighth L.P, I'll show ya |
[02:19.56] | You're whack, nigga, face it |
[02:21.49] | In the history of the game, you have no placement |
[02:24.31] | Liquor and weed just massacred their mind |
[02:26.86] | Or the celebrity or they couldn't change with time |
[02:29.69] | So now they run they mouth |
[02:31.32] | But when the sun go south, the guns come out |
[02:33.63] | My cavalry woulda been threw ten in your skin |
[02:35.95] | Casualty wanna you be, don't don't want it me, with straight savage |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Gibbs, Jones, White |
[00:21.25] | I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum |
[00:23.32] | Plus they ass lick, summer house, be sippin' rum |
[00:26.32] | Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days in my ashtray |
[00:29.52] | Smoke signals from the haze |
[00:31.58] | I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke |
[00:34.32] | That symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off |
[00:36.82] | The infrastructure cave in, amazin' |
[00:38.51] | I ain' t have to read the Art of War to slay men |
[00:41.82] | Serve niggaz, bird niggaz speakin' reckless |
[00:43.64] | When they momma love the kid' s records, I' ve made you gutless |
[00:46.32] | You don' t know struggle, throw couple shells at you |
[00:49.13] | Hell grabs you, nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine |
[00:51.58] | I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen |
[00:54.82] | Gave you chumps a path to walk |
[00:56.84] | Hold my hand, I' m a guide you like the O. G. |
[00:58.91] | But don' t talk, don' t get it confused |
[01:00.41] | ' Cause none y' all can fit in my shoes |
[01:02.21] | Y' all made of chemicals, artificial accents |
[01:04.09] | God' ll forgive you bastards |
[01:05.53] | Only if ya' ll repent to the Nazareth Savage |
[01:08.94] | |
[01:17.62] | I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it? |
[01:20.05] | Form a crew, swallow forty cal' bullets after dinner' s finished |
[01:22.54] | |
[01:23.25] | Wash it down with a shot of tequila, pocket full' a scrilla |
[01:26.54] | Can' t come close to Francis Coppola, Samson, no Delilah |
[01:30.48] | You' re pintsized, I' m mic' s eyes |
[01:32.35] | With the gladiator tattoos on it |
[01:34.11] | You scared to look too long at |
[01:35.78] | Sit on a don' s lap tell you a story, shorty |
[01:38.28] | Spicy like lories, chicken heads and orgies |
[01:41.08] | Criminals that draw heat in their late forties |
[01:43.57] | Drug habits, love grabbin' kids up like yours |
[01:45.83] | Sendin' you a picture of them in they drawers with black eyes |
[01:49.19] | Savage guys, you hire Magnum P. I.' s to bag up my guys |
[01:52.94] | Said you was a thug with a good disguise |
[01:55.50] | Try to protect your cabbage |
[01:56.87] | You runnin' from the Nazareth Savage |
[01:59.01] | |
[02:08.38] | Son' s backward flows, they say mine is very scary |
[02:11.25] | Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies |
[02:14.14] | And all of y' all wear that same aroma |
[02:16.64] | How to blow on your eighth L. P, I' ll show ya |
[02:19.56] | You' re whack, nigga, face it |
[02:21.49] | In the history of the game, you have no placement |
[02:24.31] | Liquor and weed just massacred their mind |
[02:26.86] | Or the celebrity or they couldn' t change with time |
[02:29.69] | So now they run they mouth |
[02:31.32] | But when the sun go south, the guns come out |
[02:33.63] | My cavalry woulda been threw ten in your skin |
[02:35.95] | Casualty wanna you be, don' t don' t want it me, with straight savage |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Gibbs, Jones, White |
[00:21.25] | I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum |
[00:23.32] | Plus they ass lick, summer house, be sippin' rum |
[00:26.32] | Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days in my ashtray |
[00:29.52] | Smoke signals from the haze |
[00:31.58] | I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke |
[00:34.32] | That symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off |
[00:36.82] | The infrastructure cave in, amazin' |
[00:38.51] | I ain' t have to read the Art of War to slay men |
[00:41.82] | Serve niggaz, bird niggaz speakin' reckless |
[00:43.64] | When they momma love the kid' s records, I' ve made you gutless |
[00:46.32] | You don' t know struggle, throw couple shells at you |
[00:49.13] | Hell grabs you, nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine |
[00:51.58] | I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen |
[00:54.82] | Gave you chumps a path to walk |
[00:56.84] | Hold my hand, I' m a guide you like the O. G. |
[00:58.91] | But don' t talk, don' t get it confused |
[01:00.41] | ' Cause none y' all can fit in my shoes |
[01:02.21] | Y' all made of chemicals, artificial accents |
[01:04.09] | God' ll forgive you bastards |
[01:05.53] | Only if ya' ll repent to the Nazareth Savage |
[01:08.94] | |
[01:17.62] | I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it? |
[01:20.05] | Form a crew, swallow forty cal' bullets after dinner' s finished |
[01:22.54] | |
[01:23.25] | Wash it down with a shot of tequila, pocket full' a scrilla |
[01:26.54] | Can' t come close to Francis Coppola, Samson, no Delilah |
[01:30.48] | You' re pintsized, I' m mic' s eyes |
[01:32.35] | With the gladiator tattoos on it |
[01:34.11] | You scared to look too long at |
[01:35.78] | Sit on a don' s lap tell you a story, shorty |
[01:38.28] | Spicy like lories, chicken heads and orgies |
[01:41.08] | Criminals that draw heat in their late forties |
[01:43.57] | Drug habits, love grabbin' kids up like yours |
[01:45.83] | Sendin' you a picture of them in they drawers with black eyes |
[01:49.19] | Savage guys, you hire Magnum P. I.' s to bag up my guys |
[01:52.94] | Said you was a thug with a good disguise |
[01:55.50] | Try to protect your cabbage |
[01:56.87] | You runnin' from the Nazareth Savage |
[01:59.01] | |
[02:08.38] | Son' s backward flows, they say mine is very scary |
[02:11.25] | Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies |
[02:14.14] | And all of y' all wear that same aroma |
[02:16.64] | How to blow on your eighth L. P, I' ll show ya |
[02:19.56] | You' re whack, nigga, face it |
[02:21.49] | In the history of the game, you have no placement |
[02:24.31] | Liquor and weed just massacred their mind |
[02:26.86] | Or the celebrity or they couldn' t change with time |
[02:29.69] | So now they run they mouth |
[02:31.32] | But when the sun go south, the guns come out |
[02:33.63] | My cavalry woulda been threw ten in your skin |
[02:35.95] | Casualty wanna you be, don' t don' t want it me, with straight savage |