Nas, The Game - Story Board lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas, The Game - Story Board lyrics]
Blaze a 50
Sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley
Of course with me
This chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Brazilian candy, from Miami
Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion
Hate rap, told me where she get cake at
She's a part-time dancer, part time romancer
Tries to be a mother when
She gets a chance to
Left her husband alone to raise they son
He's in pampers
Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree
33, recovering from plastic surgery
Went from 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party
Had the Henny
Sipped it up with Terrell Davis
MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated
I was silked out, flossing with Stoute
He had the gators when she walked in
She lit up the room like Las Vegas
Terrell said her man's a
Fullback for the Raiders
A drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and
Wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the pussy
Just don't fall in love
Next thing you know I'm hugged up
With this bitch in the tub palm Springs
Al Capone's Suite washing her feet
Is this love? Somebody's wife fucking a thug
Hitting it raw, tasting it
Wilding out of my character
Taping it, Tyra Banks face with Faiths lips
Giving head like she knew me for years
Pillow talk, she let out tears
Told me bout her husbands affairs
Millions she would get if his neck got slit
She rolled the equality
Then passed the la to me
Told me 'bout her man's life insurance policy
He stays on the golf course
Wears Le Coq Sport
Evenings he drinks his wines
On his private resort
You can take him there, here go the keys
You can slip in the rear
Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere
So we can make more money
Then you could ever see rapping
Split the cash and move to Venezuela
Adapting p-11's, ACP shells for blasting
Caught him with his spanish maid
He had a lighter with a can of spray
Burning her legs
She tied to the bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic
Sadistic, yoked her from behind
Blew him out exsistance
His maid cried "No", lucky she was blindfold
Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs
Yo
Twelve point five million, he kept his funds
In the Lloyd's of London
Goes to his wife and his children
Yo, I thought "What if shorty gets scared
Electric chair's all I envision
All she'll probably get
Is psychiatric supervision"
I switched the plan
The maid flied to Switzerland
Fake ID, forged his wife name
Catch the next flight
The same night, headed to Spain, nice game
Now we're back to where we meet again
Blaze a 50
Sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley
Of course with me
This chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Top down, night air blow her hair
Sky black, stars glow
The face on the moon stare
Fastlane on the nine-five
Honey laughs about the cash
Took a blast out of her coke bag
Snorted it, started screaming "Yo
We almost crashed!"
Earlier I took the coke out
Replaced it with crushed up glass
Her head nodded down to her chest
Slowly she fell asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to death
Sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley
Of course with me
This chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Brazilian candy, from Miami
Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion
Hate rap, told me where she get cake at
She's a part-time dancer, part time romancer
Tries to be a mother when
She gets a chance to
Left her husband alone to raise they son
He's in pampers
Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree
33, recovering from plastic surgery
Went from 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party
Had the Henny
Sipped it up with Terrell Davis
MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated
I was silked out, flossing with Stoute
He had the gators when she walked in
She lit up the room like Las Vegas
Terrell said her man's a
Fullback for the Raiders
A drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and
Wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the pussy
Just don't fall in love
Next thing you know I'm hugged up
With this bitch in the tub palm Springs
Al Capone's Suite washing her feet
Is this love? Somebody's wife fucking a thug
Hitting it raw, tasting it
Wilding out of my character
Taping it, Tyra Banks face with Faiths lips
Giving head like she knew me for years
Pillow talk, she let out tears
Told me bout her husbands affairs
Millions she would get if his neck got slit
She rolled the equality
Then passed the la to me
Told me 'bout her man's life insurance policy
He stays on the golf course
Wears Le Coq Sport
Evenings he drinks his wines
On his private resort
You can take him there, here go the keys
You can slip in the rear
Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere
So we can make more money
Then you could ever see rapping
Split the cash and move to Venezuela
Adapting p-11's, ACP shells for blasting
Caught him with his spanish maid
He had a lighter with a can of spray
Burning her legs
She tied to the bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic
Sadistic, yoked her from behind
Blew him out exsistance
His maid cried "No", lucky she was blindfold
Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs
Yo
Twelve point five million, he kept his funds
In the Lloyd's of London
Goes to his wife and his children
Yo, I thought "What if shorty gets scared
Electric chair's all I envision
All she'll probably get
Is psychiatric supervision"
I switched the plan
The maid flied to Switzerland
Fake ID, forged his wife name
Catch the next flight
The same night, headed to Spain, nice game
Now we're back to where we meet again
Blaze a 50
Sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley
Of course with me
This chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Top down, night air blow her hair
Sky black, stars glow
The face on the moon stare
Fastlane on the nine-five
Honey laughs about the cash
Took a blast out of her coke bag
Snorted it, started screaming "Yo
We almost crashed!"
Earlier I took the coke out
Replaced it with crushed up glass
Her head nodded down to her chest
Slowly she fell asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to death