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Cup'a hen', cup'a goose, Cris'
White chain, colored on a wrist
lanes in monster whips, ambiance
Specially dressed, guess who? Nas, it's
Step to bars, we just order liquors
Clear liquors, niggaz are SEX
Yes, we get respectic, eclectic
our brains, grit into a female's estrogen
She feels electric, her breasts she's touchin'
Wet 'tween the legs this thug seduction

NAS, they ass, over-spank it
she loves intelligent gangstas
Call fatties, bubbles, head skull
I get either I need some Red Bull
She'll scream as I pushed in her freezing cold
she piss she gon' bleed in the whole stool
That's how much I wanna bang and touch her thing
Won't pluck no chicken wing, don't fuck just anything
Gotta up, run up and get touched up
Suicide, that's if you us

Don't talk, just hold breath
Been here a while, there's only one nigga
And y'all know my style
I spend but I still let it pile
Mama shake ya
Coochie get wet while the bass bang
You put it on and on and on and on
talkin' 'bout the new Nas song

Uh, from a boy to a
Love the rock and fancy rings
I'm a thoroughbred, real heavy
I'm fuckin' tonight that's on everything
who beat bodies with me
Kidnappers and kids, they all poli' with me
Pop with me, button-up shirts and throwbacks
Old cats only roll when I'm in the
And the dance floor it's
Move waistline to the basic percussion
I'm that, laid-back don who won't say nuttin'
And when a nigga start frontin'

And all'a know my style
I spend but I still let it pile
Mama shake ya
Coochie get wet while the bass beat
You put it on and on and on and on
talkin' 'bout the new Nas song
Bass bang
beat bang
Everybody 'bout the new Nas song

Rock Tims, rock Chucks, Bapes
Her eyes, pretty lips, fly face
First you you would spread for me in an instant
See me with the chick, now you act different
of the stick shift, now I embarrass her
Play position, you way outta character
Do the knowledge, graduated hood college honors
Pay to Nas, Dickies and Converse
On the eyes in the nighttime regardless
The army's so thick you harm us

And all'a y'all know my
I dough but I still let it pile
Mama ya thing
get wet while the bass beat bang
You put it on and on and on and on
Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas