Diddy, Nas, CeeLo Green - Everything I Love lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Diddy, Nas, CeeLo Green - Everything I Love lyrics]
The world at my sneakers
Gold pieces molded with Jesus features
Give streets the fever from the
Way I spit the Ether
Came on the scene at 19 a gritty fiend for
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh
New Yorker, slick talker
Walk like a brick flipper
Decimal doctor, multiply to get richer
I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city
I'm a part of the sewers
I'm the honorable Diddy
I taste the dirt in my sweat
That's from the Harlem struggle
All in my swagger that's the reason
Why I got my hustle
I got the highest stature
Miami diamond flasher
I got you caught in the
Most flyest and stylish rapture
My signature next to Christopher Wallace
Get it honest my first album due to him
That was my biggest project
Now I'm the illest known to
Walk like the illest soldier
And when I smoke
Only roll up with the illest doja
You sit and mull it over
My venom a killer cobra it's Harlem USA
I diddy bop and shop with Oprah
(yeah nigga, what)
Nigga what from my voice I'm killing 'em
I shed my blood about everything I love
To the eye blacker
Over handed face the palm smacker
Good scrapper, cat stacker, good wood packer
Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster
Platinum Patrón splasher, fuck Cris'
Spit atcha i call it rich ignorant laughter
Black American express card all grey now
It's scratched up
From constant usage, girl kidnapper
Pop tags off tags
Poppa making monster music
And still I Costra Nostra
Big roaster, skin cola
Girl when I send for ya
Bring friends wontcha?
I'm from the 80s, NYC 5 percent of culture
Breeze through with that old
School blue malaroma
Wrist glowing, ho-ing, fly off in a Boeing
Slide off with your ho
And spend six figures on her
My persona, Sean John unforgivable cologne
Copping the biggest diamonds makes
Me sorta bi-polar
Ferrari to Phantom, vehicles for high rollers
The studded chain around my neck
It makes the night colder (yeah nigga, what)
Nigga what from my voice I'm killing 'em
I shed my blood about everything I love
The Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat rocker
Pretty bitch slobber, ex-robber
Heister, my own life biographer
Pants sagging, Bentley whipping
Summer Jam stopper, Timb Chuck wearing
Cranapple Vodka, then I spray choppers
A doctor in the jungles of Haiti made me
Draped in paisley bandanas
Suit's with Adam Stacey
Cigar like Dick Tracy, it's dark I get spacey
Alcohol and laced weed
That was part of my 80s
The Cartier consiglieres be near me
Canary yellow cuts in my pinky yearly
Liz Taylor tried to jux me
'Cause I keep it green like the
Other side of Bill Bixby when he gets mean
Think fast 'fore I blast
Hoes like Grassy Knoll
Went from scraggly old clothes
To the illest fashion and realest rappin'
Pablo back on the scene
Won't roll back up with green
Strictly paper cruising through the
Strip in Vegas
Two of New York's biggest niggas
Y'all used to hate us, but now you love us
Nas and Diddy, power hustlers
(yeah nigga, what)
Nigga what from my voice I'm killing 'em
I shed my blood about everything I love
Gold pieces molded with Jesus features
Give streets the fever from the
Way I spit the Ether
Came on the scene at 19 a gritty fiend for
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh
New Yorker, slick talker
Walk like a brick flipper
Decimal doctor, multiply to get richer
I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city
I'm a part of the sewers
I'm the honorable Diddy
I taste the dirt in my sweat
That's from the Harlem struggle
All in my swagger that's the reason
Why I got my hustle
I got the highest stature
Miami diamond flasher
I got you caught in the
Most flyest and stylish rapture
My signature next to Christopher Wallace
Get it honest my first album due to him
That was my biggest project
Now I'm the illest known to
Walk like the illest soldier
And when I smoke
Only roll up with the illest doja
You sit and mull it over
My venom a killer cobra it's Harlem USA
I diddy bop and shop with Oprah
(yeah nigga, what)
Nigga what from my voice I'm killing 'em
I shed my blood about everything I love
To the eye blacker
Over handed face the palm smacker
Good scrapper, cat stacker, good wood packer
Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster
Platinum Patrón splasher, fuck Cris'
Spit atcha i call it rich ignorant laughter
Black American express card all grey now
It's scratched up
From constant usage, girl kidnapper
Pop tags off tags
Poppa making monster music
And still I Costra Nostra
Big roaster, skin cola
Girl when I send for ya
Bring friends wontcha?
I'm from the 80s, NYC 5 percent of culture
Breeze through with that old
School blue malaroma
Wrist glowing, ho-ing, fly off in a Boeing
Slide off with your ho
And spend six figures on her
My persona, Sean John unforgivable cologne
Copping the biggest diamonds makes
Me sorta bi-polar
Ferrari to Phantom, vehicles for high rollers
The studded chain around my neck
It makes the night colder (yeah nigga, what)
Nigga what from my voice I'm killing 'em
I shed my blood about everything I love
The Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat rocker
Pretty bitch slobber, ex-robber
Heister, my own life biographer
Pants sagging, Bentley whipping
Summer Jam stopper, Timb Chuck wearing
Cranapple Vodka, then I spray choppers
A doctor in the jungles of Haiti made me
Draped in paisley bandanas
Suit's with Adam Stacey
Cigar like Dick Tracy, it's dark I get spacey
Alcohol and laced weed
That was part of my 80s
The Cartier consiglieres be near me
Canary yellow cuts in my pinky yearly
Liz Taylor tried to jux me
'Cause I keep it green like the
Other side of Bill Bixby when he gets mean
Think fast 'fore I blast
Hoes like Grassy Knoll
Went from scraggly old clothes
To the illest fashion and realest rappin'
Pablo back on the scene
Won't roll back up with green
Strictly paper cruising through the
Strip in Vegas
Two of New York's biggest niggas
Y'all used to hate us, but now you love us
Nas and Diddy, power hustlers
(yeah nigga, what)
Nigga what from my voice I'm killing 'em
I shed my blood about everything I love