Nas - Nasty lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - Nasty lyrics]
(Y'all ready for Nas?
Queensbridge, y'all ready to see Nasty Nas?
Uh huh, they ready) yeah, word
Got some Rémy Martin
And some good-ass cigars, check it out
Ayo, late night, candlelight
Fiend with diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader, no equal
I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand dollar bottles of Scotch
Smoke pot and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cutter'd
Count how many bad honeys I slut
It's a high number
Name a nigga under the same
Sky that I'm under
Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter, it's love when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin'
The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
Drop Rolls, hoes drop clothes
Louis the XI I I, freaks, women nice size
I ride like Porsches, thick
Brown and gorgeous it ain't my fault
Semi-automatic weapons I brought
The world crazy, I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy
Dick 'em, convince ‘em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion, I lose 'em
Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety
Since the Tunnel and Skate Key
My jewelry in HD
Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
I'm not in the winters of my
Life or the beginning stage i am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great legend
Blastin', I'm after the actress
Who played Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
I'm so high I never land
Like Mike Jackson's crib
Vest on, 45 still crack ya rib, sacrilege
Talk trash 'bout the Nasty kid
Past nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive
Talk money, is you jokin'?
Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet
In my pocket
On the floors, ceilings, the safe, bitch
I got it you envy, but don't offend me
I'm skinny
But still I'm too big for a Bentley
You are your car, what could represent me?
Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly
Must design me somethin' Tommy Montana from
Queens had before the 90's
Drug dealer car, rush to the bar
Move, niggas! We don't give a
Fuck who you are
Black card heavy like a magnet
In my stitched denims
Pretty women see them saggin'
Bet a hundred stacks niggas'll run it back
Just havin' fun, I ain't even begun to black
Light another blunt in fact, haha
(Nasty) Nasty kid (Nasty) yeah
(Nasty) The kid! (Nasty) yeah
(Nasty) Nasty kid (Nasty)
For the hustlers
Thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it
Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin'
Saying, "It was Nas I used to hustle with"
I display fashions while my
Lungs engage hashish
Guns on my waist, past this
Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe
Laughin' and joinin' the blunt passin' you
Niggas was straight assin'
Excuse the vulgarity
I'm still not fully adjusted
Or used to the new fans
Hearin' me spit rapidly
I never see the whips niggas
Be claimin' they drivin'
I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin'
Fake it 'til you make it
I've driven those toys
Been in them wars, in the streets
Cops kickin' in doors for my team, nigga
Your flow cheap as limousine liquor
I’m no fake rap CD listener
Sit back and roll a mean swisher
For my G's, tell these clowns
Make room for the king, nigga
Queensbridge, y'all ready to see Nasty Nas?
Uh huh, they ready) yeah, word
Got some Rémy Martin
And some good-ass cigars, check it out
Ayo, late night, candlelight
Fiend with diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader, no equal
I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand dollar bottles of Scotch
Smoke pot and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cutter'd
Count how many bad honeys I slut
It's a high number
Name a nigga under the same
Sky that I'm under
Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter, it's love when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin'
The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
Drop Rolls, hoes drop clothes
Louis the XI I I, freaks, women nice size
I ride like Porsches, thick
Brown and gorgeous it ain't my fault
Semi-automatic weapons I brought
The world crazy, I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy
Dick 'em, convince ‘em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion, I lose 'em
Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety
Since the Tunnel and Skate Key
My jewelry in HD
Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
I'm not in the winters of my
Life or the beginning stage i am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great legend
Blastin', I'm after the actress
Who played Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
I'm so high I never land
Like Mike Jackson's crib
Vest on, 45 still crack ya rib, sacrilege
Talk trash 'bout the Nasty kid
Past nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive
Talk money, is you jokin'?
Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet
In my pocket
On the floors, ceilings, the safe, bitch
I got it you envy, but don't offend me
I'm skinny
But still I'm too big for a Bentley
You are your car, what could represent me?
Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly
Must design me somethin' Tommy Montana from
Queens had before the 90's
Drug dealer car, rush to the bar
Move, niggas! We don't give a
Fuck who you are
Black card heavy like a magnet
In my stitched denims
Pretty women see them saggin'
Bet a hundred stacks niggas'll run it back
Just havin' fun, I ain't even begun to black
Light another blunt in fact, haha
(Nasty) Nasty kid (Nasty) yeah
(Nasty) The kid! (Nasty) yeah
(Nasty) Nasty kid (Nasty)
For the hustlers
Thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it
Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin'
Saying, "It was Nas I used to hustle with"
I display fashions while my
Lungs engage hashish
Guns on my waist, past this
Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe
Laughin' and joinin' the blunt passin' you
Niggas was straight assin'
Excuse the vulgarity
I'm still not fully adjusted
Or used to the new fans
Hearin' me spit rapidly
I never see the whips niggas
Be claimin' they drivin'
I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin'
Fake it 'til you make it
I've driven those toys
Been in them wars, in the streets
Cops kickin' in doors for my team, nigga
Your flow cheap as limousine liquor
I’m no fake rap CD listener
Sit back and roll a mean swisher
For my G's, tell these clowns
Make room for the king, nigga