Nas - Escobar '97 lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - Escobar '97 lyrics]
Honies, cash, weed, cars
Ghetto celebrities and hood movie stars
Gat slingers, now rap singers are who we are
Went from Nasty to Nas to Nas to Escobar
The path we all walk starts out long
It's like a boardwalk
Monopoly, some make it around, some go down
It's prophecy
Happy days balancin' with life's atrocities
Hoppin' in V's
Knowin' some day I got to lead properly
High up in a five, realizin' the price paid
For this life laid in the light shade
One might say, top of the world's two whips
A crib and a girl quick to celebrate it
Poppin' corks like they made it
Pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless
Pro ball players with white wives
Peep they night lives
While you could catch me in
A crisp white five
Dark tinted, Dijon-scented with Al Green on
My theme song, Love & Happiness
How can it seem wrong? I mean, before this
I used to rock a Taurus with the donuts
Now, I grown up, I got it chromed up
Got the rap game sewn up, sho 'nuff
Niggas actin' cool but it's really no love
I feel a slow buzz off the Dutch
This is everyday
Every second gotta make it pay
Every lesson I learnt got me open
While most of these rappers'll stay burnt
With so much drama in QBC
It's kinda hard bein' Escobarro
El Derado Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle
My life is like a Donald Goines novel
We wave glasses like bravo
Drunk niggas with mad problems
And shot pockets my niggas on the block
Rock this, box cocaine, cook it and chop it
Lookin' to profit in triple ways
Goin' through this difficult
Stage called life
But each year, my physical's praised
Some fell beyond the reach of help
Cut in the street
Thinkin' they could teach theyself
When all we wanted was a piece of wealth
And randomly, feed our family
The streets are insanity
Amply, livin' in this thug's fantasy
Richest nigga in showbiz is what I plan to be
Heavy chain and my QB sway
Livin' this king's life
Magazines write about me in this dream
It's all tight
Now, the main thing that boggle my brain
Be all the bottles of pain
Ice, the chain and all the followers came
They tried to throw me off
Track but I caught that
They thought I lost that
But I'm continuin' to make more stacks
Halftime, New York State of Mind
It Was Written was hittin'
Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches
Sleepin' on the plane, wake up when we land
Feelin' real scared
On the ground, Rollie flush
Princess cuts and large rounds
The crews up, findin' time to shine rocks
It's real, you violate, be in a pine box
If it go there, I lay you before you lay me
It's crazy
I didn't make the game, the game made me
Records for the babies so they
Raised up in mansions haters keep hatin' and
Ladies'll keep glancin'
Y'all know the routine out this muthafucka
Word up
Ghetto celebrities and hood movie stars
Gat slingers, now rap singers are who we are
Went from Nasty to Nas to Nas to Escobar
The path we all walk starts out long
It's like a boardwalk
Monopoly, some make it around, some go down
It's prophecy
Happy days balancin' with life's atrocities
Hoppin' in V's
Knowin' some day I got to lead properly
High up in a five, realizin' the price paid
For this life laid in the light shade
One might say, top of the world's two whips
A crib and a girl quick to celebrate it
Poppin' corks like they made it
Pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless
Pro ball players with white wives
Peep they night lives
While you could catch me in
A crisp white five
Dark tinted, Dijon-scented with Al Green on
My theme song, Love & Happiness
How can it seem wrong? I mean, before this
I used to rock a Taurus with the donuts
Now, I grown up, I got it chromed up
Got the rap game sewn up, sho 'nuff
Niggas actin' cool but it's really no love
I feel a slow buzz off the Dutch
This is everyday
Every second gotta make it pay
Every lesson I learnt got me open
While most of these rappers'll stay burnt
With so much drama in QBC
It's kinda hard bein' Escobarro
El Derado Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle
My life is like a Donald Goines novel
We wave glasses like bravo
Drunk niggas with mad problems
And shot pockets my niggas on the block
Rock this, box cocaine, cook it and chop it
Lookin' to profit in triple ways
Goin' through this difficult
Stage called life
But each year, my physical's praised
Some fell beyond the reach of help
Cut in the street
Thinkin' they could teach theyself
When all we wanted was a piece of wealth
And randomly, feed our family
The streets are insanity
Amply, livin' in this thug's fantasy
Richest nigga in showbiz is what I plan to be
Heavy chain and my QB sway
Livin' this king's life
Magazines write about me in this dream
It's all tight
Now, the main thing that boggle my brain
Be all the bottles of pain
Ice, the chain and all the followers came
They tried to throw me off
Track but I caught that
They thought I lost that
But I'm continuin' to make more stacks
Halftime, New York State of Mind
It Was Written was hittin'
Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches
Sleepin' on the plane, wake up when we land
Feelin' real scared
On the ground, Rollie flush
Princess cuts and large rounds
The crews up, findin' time to shine rocks
It's real, you violate, be in a pine box
If it go there, I lay you before you lay me
It's crazy
I didn't make the game, the game made me
Records for the babies so they
Raised up in mansions haters keep hatin' and
Ladies'll keep glancin'
Y'all know the routine out this muthafucka
Word up