Nas - Power Paper Pussy lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - Power Paper Pussy lyrics]
Ayo I hit the Earth like a comet, Invasion
Nas is like the afrocentric asian
Right here with the amazing Green Lantern
Serious radio, y’all know what it is
NaS too real, NaS true king
You know the king
Cars with police radars on highways boppin
Bullpin therapy cell block dodging
Pissy stairways missed them days not when
They shut down the stores when I’m shopping
Used to be pop locking, train hopping
Face covered in stocking
Six pack Bud drinking gambler
Fuck them cameras in front of the man
Sing the hustlers mantra, hands of luck
More hit's than gambling huff
I hollered Indosia
40 belows covered the toes
I was a soldier with the Popeyes sippin Amota
Nigga honestly I call this a culture
My sister’s a snake, my brother’s a vulture
My mother’s the block
My father’s a ghetto piranha
Swimming with sharks my tones
False settle drama
Obama, if the kids mirror you
We’ll all push Masaratis with the silver hue
They fear that connection
I rather die in a box than
Live safe in witness protection
Gotti was a racist but he still get praises
We don’t give a fuck
Nigga gangsta is gangsta
Bricks come with Bill Clinton’s name
On it taped up
Hollywood Lohan parties people
They facing them
Kim Kardashian, body with the waist slim
Know some hood girls who did
Time that could take them
Rappers changing families, fags are all lost
I’m at the Waldorf
Vancleave under the sleeve
Save the small talk, I feel alive
New Porches Jordan number fives
Already said I’m the last real nigga alive
Nas, let my words guide you
From crips to piru this is survival
Turn my voice up let my words guide you
From crips to piru this is survival
Invasion!
Nas is like the afrocentric asian
Right here with the amazing Green Lantern
Serious radio, y’all know what it is
NaS too real, NaS true king
You know the king
Cars with police radars on highways boppin
Bullpin therapy cell block dodging
Pissy stairways missed them days not when
They shut down the stores when I’m shopping
Used to be pop locking, train hopping
Face covered in stocking
Six pack Bud drinking gambler
Fuck them cameras in front of the man
Sing the hustlers mantra, hands of luck
More hit's than gambling huff
I hollered Indosia
40 belows covered the toes
I was a soldier with the Popeyes sippin Amota
Nigga honestly I call this a culture
My sister’s a snake, my brother’s a vulture
My mother’s the block
My father’s a ghetto piranha
Swimming with sharks my tones
False settle drama
Obama, if the kids mirror you
We’ll all push Masaratis with the silver hue
They fear that connection
I rather die in a box than
Live safe in witness protection
Gotti was a racist but he still get praises
We don’t give a fuck
Nigga gangsta is gangsta
Bricks come with Bill Clinton’s name
On it taped up
Hollywood Lohan parties people
They facing them
Kim Kardashian, body with the waist slim
Know some hood girls who did
Time that could take them
Rappers changing families, fags are all lost
I’m at the Waldorf
Vancleave under the sleeve
Save the small talk, I feel alive
New Porches Jordan number fives
Already said I’m the last real nigga alive
Nas, let my words guide you
From crips to piru this is survival
Turn my voice up let my words guide you
From crips to piru this is survival
Invasion!