N.A.S.A., DJ Swamp, E-40, Method Man - N.A.S.A. Music lyrics
[N.A.S.A., DJ Swamp, E-40, Method Man - N.A.S.A. Music lyrics]
Uhh! Hey Meth Merchant! Method Man Meth
What's up boy? What's upper? Trying
To get my ones up crack Alley Studios mang
It's Freezy mang, Paul Revere mang
We doin this shit
You know it's good, 40 Water
You'se a pimp nigga, look out
They call me Paul Revere
40 Water cause I like to ball
Things be going in one ear and
Out the other one y'all
Never had a chance to be an infant
I had to walk before I crawled
Had to dang near raise my
Siblings mama worked 3 jobs
Seen a lot of pan handlin' and gritt'in
Chicken flippin and dealin
Dudes coming up missing
Empty banana clipping
It's been happening quite often
They pull up on the side and
Turn your car into a coffin
And ain't nobody talking because that's
The rules of the soil, we beef over rap
The government beef over oil
We beef in the track
They beat on sacred, royal
Ancient holding grounds
Thinking that it's righteous
Way out of bounds
From New York to the Bay yo
Sao Paulo to LA yo
Nobody move until we say so
They wanna know who got that NASA music
From New York to the Bay yo
Sao Paulo to LA yo
Nobody move until we say so
They wanna know who got that NASA music
Another day, another dollar
Meth squeeze a dollar til it holler
Miss holler you either spit or swallow
Meet me at the same place, same time tomorrow
Take the R out of brotha
But I ain't trying to botha
MP5's, bush masters, Chinese AKs, alley ways
Shallow, grim, dark murky days
Slappin dominos on the porch with it
Real mannish with it, I rip it
Spit for the less fortunate
Me and Meth Merchant
I call him Meth Merchant because he's dope
We in this booch perkin and we stoked
They say there ain't no future in our hope
No life in our breath, scared to die
But quick to take a death
Little Johnny on the block
About to blood like clot
With his body in the drop
Damn a little mommy hot off top
I want everything that little mommy got
And if I look sober that
Means I'm probably not
From New York to the Bay yo
Sao Paulo to LA yo
Nobody move until we say so
They wanna know who got that NASA music
From New York to the Bay yo
Sao Paulo to LA yo
Nobody move until we say so
They wanna know who got that NASA music
NASA music nASA music
NASA music nASA music
I'm with the kid from The Yay
40 Water man I'm missing them days
When we took swallows of the good
Life and pissed it away
Real drama daddy listen to Sway
He got the kid from the Big Apple
With the biggest fish in the bay
We off the books money
Now look money see I ain't
Laughing when it look funny
Or at them funny niggas that took from me
That's why the crook of the crooks honey
I'm hungry
Trying to find this snow bunny to cook for me
This nigga got his own repertoire
A beast and I rep, blase blah
The greatest Allahu Akbar!
What's famous when you're dangerous
And what's a star
When the cops hate us cause of
Who the fuck we are?
If I was Paris Hilton you
Wouldn't stop my car
You'd be in the passenger seat trying
To pop a bra ngga
I play for keeps while y'all just play
With Crack Alley Music got em hooked NASA
From New York to the Bay yo
Sao Paulo to LA yo
Nobody move until we say so
They wanna know who got that NASA music
From New York to the Bay yo
Sao Paulo to LA yo
Nobody move until we say so
They wanna know who got that NASA music
NASA music nASA music
NASA music nASA music
Y'all thought it was safe muhfuckers
Aww shit we bridging the gap
West coast, West coast, let's go
What's up boy? What's upper? Trying
To get my ones up crack Alley Studios mang
It's Freezy mang, Paul Revere mang
We doin this shit
You know it's good, 40 Water
You'se a pimp nigga, look out
They call me Paul Revere
40 Water cause I like to ball
Things be going in one ear and
Out the other one y'all
Never had a chance to be an infant
I had to walk before I crawled
Had to dang near raise my
Siblings mama worked 3 jobs
Seen a lot of pan handlin' and gritt'in
Chicken flippin and dealin
Dudes coming up missing
Empty banana clipping
It's been happening quite often
They pull up on the side and
Turn your car into a coffin
And ain't nobody talking because that's
The rules of the soil, we beef over rap
The government beef over oil
We beef in the track
They beat on sacred, royal
Ancient holding grounds
Thinking that it's righteous
Way out of bounds
From New York to the Bay yo
Sao Paulo to LA yo
Nobody move until we say so
They wanna know who got that NASA music
From New York to the Bay yo
Sao Paulo to LA yo
Nobody move until we say so
They wanna know who got that NASA music
Another day, another dollar
Meth squeeze a dollar til it holler
Miss holler you either spit or swallow
Meet me at the same place, same time tomorrow
Take the R out of brotha
But I ain't trying to botha
MP5's, bush masters, Chinese AKs, alley ways
Shallow, grim, dark murky days
Slappin dominos on the porch with it
Real mannish with it, I rip it
Spit for the less fortunate
Me and Meth Merchant
I call him Meth Merchant because he's dope
We in this booch perkin and we stoked
They say there ain't no future in our hope
No life in our breath, scared to die
But quick to take a death
Little Johnny on the block
About to blood like clot
With his body in the drop
Damn a little mommy hot off top
I want everything that little mommy got
And if I look sober that
Means I'm probably not
From New York to the Bay yo
Sao Paulo to LA yo
Nobody move until we say so
They wanna know who got that NASA music
From New York to the Bay yo
Sao Paulo to LA yo
Nobody move until we say so
They wanna know who got that NASA music
NASA music nASA music
NASA music nASA music
I'm with the kid from The Yay
40 Water man I'm missing them days
When we took swallows of the good
Life and pissed it away
Real drama daddy listen to Sway
He got the kid from the Big Apple
With the biggest fish in the bay
We off the books money
Now look money see I ain't
Laughing when it look funny
Or at them funny niggas that took from me
That's why the crook of the crooks honey
I'm hungry
Trying to find this snow bunny to cook for me
This nigga got his own repertoire
A beast and I rep, blase blah
The greatest Allahu Akbar!
What's famous when you're dangerous
And what's a star
When the cops hate us cause of
Who the fuck we are?
If I was Paris Hilton you
Wouldn't stop my car
You'd be in the passenger seat trying
To pop a bra ngga
I play for keeps while y'all just play
With Crack Alley Music got em hooked NASA
From New York to the Bay yo
Sao Paulo to LA yo
Nobody move until we say so
They wanna know who got that NASA music
From New York to the Bay yo
Sao Paulo to LA yo
Nobody move until we say so
They wanna know who got that NASA music
NASA music nASA music
NASA music nASA music
Y'all thought it was safe muhfuckers
Aww shit we bridging the gap
West coast, West coast, let's go