Cocaine 80's, Nas - Where's The Love lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cocaine 80's, Nas - Where's The Love lyrics]
At times I window watch at the Wynn hotel
Lots of thinking happens in life
Will I win or fail?
Mind of a shooter, CFO also
Ethiopian food flown in, it's unlawful
Money is attractive, honey dress strapless
Agent Provocateur underwear: she's classic
Stroll up in the party: titanium black card
Romanian ladies like Casablanca, Casbah
'Cept we in the VIP area, that's ours
You know the real rap gods
Typical trap star turned rap star
These old heads got stories
The days they was kings
I pray secret indictments don't
Take away their dreams
You 16, you could do 20, come home young
Catch 20 years when you 40? Homes
You're done what have we become? Rap
Stars from trap stars
Black gods to Ansars to
Sunnis back to goonies
A 360 in the streets real grizzly
Shooters is cold, kid
The old shit was learning
Student enrollment to focus
Yet hooligans roll with
Toasters to pop your medullas
Off of your shoulders
This ain't The Truman Show
It's the human show
Ask the FBI agent at his cubicle
Chewing on his pencil eraser with
Intents to erase you
It's USA against the gangsta
Where's the love?
Love, I'll trade you love
I've traded fire with you long enough
Is that all you brung, without love?
That's fucked up, but I saved your soul
Roll that up
Sometimes I sit on the bench
Just to watch the game feet on cement
There ain't a mobster living I could name
Who made it out rich
In his absence I do not proclaim
To not have a heart like
Wild animals not tamed
Maybe just a typical thug nigga was my rank
'Cept I had a vision above niggas
What I think
It's crazy how many brothers come
Where I come from
Some made it out big, some dead, some unsung
Shots for soldiers on 23 hours lock-up
Younger generation
They want to mimic and mock us
Laughing, separating themselves like
They not us, like
"Cops'll look at you like they
Look at me? That's preposterous"
Ain't it gangsta how your man
Made it? I'm humble
One gun, one crazy ass nigga, that's Jungle
Now we having babies
'cause growing up it was just us
No uncles or cousins to fight with us
We was fucked up but still it was beautiful
The love is mutual
Even though me and Jung ain't
Show up to your funeral
I hold your son hand, tell him he the man
We love you your pops was king
You have a whole lot to live up to
The G is in your genes, already you tuck
Inherit your dad's swag
His George Jefferson's strut stay flyest
They gon' want to know what in your diet
Don't be surprised if they want to
Check your shit and your vomit
Tell them you let it marinate
They swear you made them a promise
No matter what they do
You just stay a man of honor
I'm a street corner nigga
New York Knicks loyalist
Corona sipper, pass it, I'ma blow it with you
It ain't The Truman show it's the human show
As the FBI agent at his cubicle
Chews on his pencil eraser with
Intents to erase you
Young brother go and get your paper
I got love
Love, I'll trade you love
I've traded fire with you long enough
Is that all you brung, without love?
That's fucked up, but I saved your soul
Roll that up roll that up
Lots of thinking happens in life
Will I win or fail?
Mind of a shooter, CFO also
Ethiopian food flown in, it's unlawful
Money is attractive, honey dress strapless
Agent Provocateur underwear: she's classic
Stroll up in the party: titanium black card
Romanian ladies like Casablanca, Casbah
'Cept we in the VIP area, that's ours
You know the real rap gods
Typical trap star turned rap star
These old heads got stories
The days they was kings
I pray secret indictments don't
Take away their dreams
You 16, you could do 20, come home young
Catch 20 years when you 40? Homes
You're done what have we become? Rap
Stars from trap stars
Black gods to Ansars to
Sunnis back to goonies
A 360 in the streets real grizzly
Shooters is cold, kid
The old shit was learning
Student enrollment to focus
Yet hooligans roll with
Toasters to pop your medullas
Off of your shoulders
This ain't The Truman Show
It's the human show
Ask the FBI agent at his cubicle
Chewing on his pencil eraser with
Intents to erase you
It's USA against the gangsta
Where's the love?
Love, I'll trade you love
I've traded fire with you long enough
Is that all you brung, without love?
That's fucked up, but I saved your soul
Roll that up
Sometimes I sit on the bench
Just to watch the game feet on cement
There ain't a mobster living I could name
Who made it out rich
In his absence I do not proclaim
To not have a heart like
Wild animals not tamed
Maybe just a typical thug nigga was my rank
'Cept I had a vision above niggas
What I think
It's crazy how many brothers come
Where I come from
Some made it out big, some dead, some unsung
Shots for soldiers on 23 hours lock-up
Younger generation
They want to mimic and mock us
Laughing, separating themselves like
They not us, like
"Cops'll look at you like they
Look at me? That's preposterous"
Ain't it gangsta how your man
Made it? I'm humble
One gun, one crazy ass nigga, that's Jungle
Now we having babies
'cause growing up it was just us
No uncles or cousins to fight with us
We was fucked up but still it was beautiful
The love is mutual
Even though me and Jung ain't
Show up to your funeral
I hold your son hand, tell him he the man
We love you your pops was king
You have a whole lot to live up to
The G is in your genes, already you tuck
Inherit your dad's swag
His George Jefferson's strut stay flyest
They gon' want to know what in your diet
Don't be surprised if they want to
Check your shit and your vomit
Tell them you let it marinate
They swear you made them a promise
No matter what they do
You just stay a man of honor
I'm a street corner nigga
New York Knicks loyalist
Corona sipper, pass it, I'ma blow it with you
It ain't The Truman show it's the human show
As the FBI agent at his cubicle
Chews on his pencil eraser with
Intents to erase you
Young brother go and get your paper
I got love
Love, I'll trade you love
I've traded fire with you long enough
Is that all you brung, without love?
That's fucked up, but I saved your soul
Roll that up roll that up