Nas, De La Soul - God It lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
De La Soul [Posdnous, Trugoy the Dove, Maseo] Amityville, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas, De La Soul - God It lyrics]
Grown man salute check the black suit
A fair black tie
Got these kids fillin' up the premises
They want the supply product is uncut
We givin' you what you need
Cause you pay the prices
And if albums like pizza pies
We know you ain't tryna pay for them slices
When them chefs in the streets
They call me De La as if I lost my soul
I still got it baby boy
And the sound on patrol check the file
While we run it international like no other
For me in the pics
Rockin' them New York Knicks in
Them number blue colors
They got it for two for five
We got it for three for free baby
Cause you gonna get hooked off
This verbal dope we cook
That's how it's gonna be baby
This digital onslaught
It's the world we live
Get with it or get quiet
You stay home while we stay
On that Nasir Jones
Ya'll, the world is our diet
When we glide the world, what we tellin' 'em?
(Still god it baby boy)
Within' the loudest crowds
What we yell at 'em? (Still god it baby boy)
Walk amongst the people
What they eyes sayin'?
(Still god it baby boy)
Those that thought they were equal
They demise sayin' (Still god it baby boy)
As young boys we sat on
The stoop playin' punch buggy
Now we OG's drivin' limited whips from 2016
Just watch what we call perfect timin'
The cradle is straight
The fridge got a cradle estate
We dine like Thanksgivin'
If you on seconds with nothin' to share
Then kill yourself what's life worth livin'?
Case studies say "Hi!"p hop is dead huh?
I think I need to taste the puddin'
Proof in it, if God was a kid
When sales went from platinum to wooden
Special affairs
Who cares about the special effects ya'll
We're like no others
Show respect to this grown
Man ink young fella recorded your mothers
Now when I walk in the street
They call me De La as if I lost my soul
I still got it baby boy
Check the Nikes baby boy
Overseas or domestic
We exchange currency til the paper's extinct
You like fossils in the wild
We live with God's Child
Fuck what ya'll think
A fair black tie
Got these kids fillin' up the premises
They want the supply product is uncut
We givin' you what you need
Cause you pay the prices
And if albums like pizza pies
We know you ain't tryna pay for them slices
When them chefs in the streets
They call me De La as if I lost my soul
I still got it baby boy
And the sound on patrol check the file
While we run it international like no other
For me in the pics
Rockin' them New York Knicks in
Them number blue colors
They got it for two for five
We got it for three for free baby
Cause you gonna get hooked off
This verbal dope we cook
That's how it's gonna be baby
This digital onslaught
It's the world we live
Get with it or get quiet
You stay home while we stay
On that Nasir Jones
Ya'll, the world is our diet
When we glide the world, what we tellin' 'em?
(Still god it baby boy)
Within' the loudest crowds
What we yell at 'em? (Still god it baby boy)
Walk amongst the people
What they eyes sayin'?
(Still god it baby boy)
Those that thought they were equal
They demise sayin' (Still god it baby boy)
As young boys we sat on
The stoop playin' punch buggy
Now we OG's drivin' limited whips from 2016
Just watch what we call perfect timin'
The cradle is straight
The fridge got a cradle estate
We dine like Thanksgivin'
If you on seconds with nothin' to share
Then kill yourself what's life worth livin'?
Case studies say "Hi!"p hop is dead huh?
I think I need to taste the puddin'
Proof in it, if God was a kid
When sales went from platinum to wooden
Special affairs
Who cares about the special effects ya'll
We're like no others
Show respect to this grown
Man ink young fella recorded your mothers
Now when I walk in the street
They call me De La as if I lost my soul
I still got it baby boy
Check the Nikes baby boy
Overseas or domestic
We exchange currency til the paper's extinct
You like fossils in the wild
We live with God's Child
Fuck what ya'll think