Текст (слова) песни: Nas - Memory Lane (sittin` In Da Park)

(Check that shit)
Aight fuck that shit, word word
Fuck that other shit, youknowhatI`msayin?
We gon` do a little somethin like this, yaknahmsayin?
(Is they up on this?)
Keep it on and on and on and on and..
KnowhatI`msayin? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God what it is?
(What it is like?) Hah, knowhatI`msayin?
Yo go `head, do that shit nigga

[Nas]
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggaz, then I be dissin a
unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who`s the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a differencem from Energizer
Sentence begins indented.. with formality
My duration`s infinite, moneywise or physiology
Poetry, that`s a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It`s real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cog-nac, hold strap
with my peeps that`s into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin mats for craps to cee-lo
With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothin below (Peace God!)
Peace God -- now the shit is explained
I`m takin niggaz on a trip straight through memory lane
It`s like that y`all .. it`s like that y`all .. it`s like that y`all

[Chorus: repeat scratches 4X]

"Now let me take a trip down memory lane" - [BizMarkie]
"Comin outta Queensbridge"

[Nas]
One for the money
Two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggaz deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here`s my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo`-fo` I let blow
and back down po-po when I`m vexed so
my pen taps the paper then my brain`s blank
I see dark streets, hustlin brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin for somethin, some uprise, plus some fail
Judges hangin niggaz, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that`s real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decifer prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga`s name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck `rap is real`, watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

[Chorus]

"Comin outta Queensbridge" - [scratched]

The most dangerous MC is..
"Comin outta Queensbridge" - [scratched]

The most dangerous MC is..
"Comin outta Queensbridge" - [scratched]

The most dangerous MC is..
"Comin outta Queensbridge" - [scratched]

The most dangerous MC is..
Me numba won, and you know where me from

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Yo go `head, do that shit nigga [Nas] I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Henessey holders and old school niggaz, then I be dissin a unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor, fuck who`s the liver My man put the battery in my back, a differencem from Energizer Sentence begins indented.. with formality My duration`s infinite, moneywise or physiology Poetry, that`s a part of me, retardedly bop I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke It`s real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes Chill on the block with Cog-nac, hold strap with my peeps that`s into drug money, market into rap No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya Start off the dice-rollin mats for craps to cee-lo With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothin below (Peace God!) Peace God -- now the shit is explained I`m takin niggaz on a trip straight through memory lane It`s like that y`all .. it`s like that y`all .. it`s like that y`all [Chorus: repeat scratches 4X] "Now let me take a trip down memory lane" - [BizMarkie] "Comin outta Queensbridge" [Nas] One for the money Two for pussy and foreign cars Three for Alize niggaz deceased or behind bars I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz? My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja Here`s my basis, my razor embraces, many faces Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo`-fo` I let blow and back down po-po when I`m vexed so my pen taps the paper then my brain`s blank I see dark streets, hustlin brothers who keep the same rank Pumpin for somethin, some uprise, plus some fail Judges hangin niggaz, uncorrect bails, for direct sales My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that`s real Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats I decifer prophecies through a mic and say peace. I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga`s name made bell rings, black Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo Fuck `rap is real`, watch the herbs stand still Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane [Chorus] "Comin outta Queensbridge" - [scratched] The most dangerous MC is.. "Comin outta Queensbridge" - [scratched] The most dangerous MC is.. "Comin outta Queensbridge" - [scratched] The most dangerous MC is.. "Comin outta Queensbridge" - [scratched] The most dangerous MC is.. Me numba won, and you know where me from Нравится песня? 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