Текст (слова) песни: Nas - Escobar 97

Chorus:

Honies, cash, weed, cars

Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars

Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are

Went from nasty to nas to nas to escobar

The path we all walk, starts out long its like a boardwalk

Monopoly, some make it around, some go down, its prophecy

Happy days balancing with lifes atrocities

Hoppin in vs, knowin some day I got to lead properly

High up in a five realizing the price paid

For this life laid in the light shade

One might say, top of the worlds two whips, a crib and a girl

Quick to celebrate it, poppin corks like they made it

Pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless

Pro ball players with white wives, peep they night lives

While you could catch me in a crisp white five

Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with al green on

My theme song, love and happiness, how can it seem wrong

I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the donuts

Now I grown up, got it chromed up

Got the rap game sewn up, sho-nuff

Niggas acting cool, but its really no love

I feel a slow buzz, off the dutch

This is everyday, every second

Got to make it pay, every lesson I learnt

Got me open while most of these rappersll stay burnt

Chorus 2x (the second time "honies" changes to money")

With so much drama in qbc, its kinda hard being escobarro

Elderado red, sippin dom out the bottle

My life is like a donald goines novel

We wave glasses like bravo

Drunk niggas with mad problems, and shot pockets

My niggas from the block rock this,

Box cocaine, cook it and chop it

Looking to profit, in different ways

Goin through this difficult stage, called life

But each year my physicals praised

Some fell beyond the reach of help

Cut in the street, thinkin they could teach theyself

When all we wanted was a piece of wealth

And randomly, feed our family

The streets are insanity

Amply, living in ths thugs fantasy

Richest nigga in show biz is what I plan to be

Heavy chain and my qb sway, living this kings life

Magazines write about me, in this dream its all tight

Chorus 2x (the second time "honies" changes to "money")

Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain

Iced the chain and all the followers came

They tried to throw me off track, but I caught that

They thought I lost that

But Im continuing to make more stacks

Halftime, new york state of mind, it was written was hittin

Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches

Sleepin on the plane, wake up when we land feelin real scared, on the

Ground

Rollie flush, princess cuts, and large rounds

The crews up, findin time to shine rocks

Its real, you violate, be in a pine box

If it go there, I lay you before you lay me, its crazy

I didnt make the game, the game made me

Records for the babies so they raised up in mansions

Haters keep hating, and ladiesll keep glancing

Yall know the routine out this muthafucka.... word up

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