Nas - On The Road Again lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - On The Road Again lyrics]
I wouldn't marry a black woman
Here's the reason why (Why)
Black women's evil, do things on the sly
(No)
You look for your supper to be good and hot
(Hot) she never put the neck bone in the pot
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(She's on the road again)
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
I went to my window, my window was propped
I went to my door, my door was locked
I stepped right back, I shook my head
A big black nigga's in my folding bed
I shot through the window, I broke the glass
I never seen a little nigga run so fast
He's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again) he's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
God, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
Your friend at your house just
To rest his hat next thing he wanna know
Where your husband's at
She says "I don't know he's on
His way to the pen"
Come on mama, let's get on the road again
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(She's on the road again)
He's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
I'm with my black woman let me tell you
(Why)
Black women's evil, do things on the sly
(No)
You look for your supper to be good and hot
(Hot) she never put the neck bone in the pot
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(She's on the road again)
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
Yeah! Uh huh
Yeah
Here's the reason why (Why)
Black women's evil, do things on the sly
(No)
You look for your supper to be good and hot
(Hot) she never put the neck bone in the pot
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(She's on the road again)
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
I went to my window, my window was propped
I went to my door, my door was locked
I stepped right back, I shook my head
A big black nigga's in my folding bed
I shot through the window, I broke the glass
I never seen a little nigga run so fast
He's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again) he's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
God, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
Your friend at your house just
To rest his hat next thing he wanna know
Where your husband's at
She says "I don't know he's on
His way to the pen"
Come on mama, let's get on the road again
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(She's on the road again)
He's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
I'm with my black woman let me tell you
(Why)
Black women's evil, do things on the sly
(No)
You look for your supper to be good and hot
(Hot) she never put the neck bone in the pot
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(She's on the road again)
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
Yeah! Uh huh
Yeah