Nas, “Nasty” (Lyrics + MP3)

13 Jun

Just havin’ fun, I ain’t even begun to black

Nasty Nas in your area. This should cause mass hysteria. Off Life Is Good, out later in 2011; produced by Salaam Remi.

Download the bombed-up “Nasty” MP3 via Flex or download the “Nasty” CDQ MP3 via Khal. And find the “Nasty” lyrics after the jump.

Lyrics

Y’all ready for Nas?
Queensbridge, y’all ready to see Nasty Nas?
They ready

Nas

Yeah
Word
Got some Remy Martin, some good-ass cigars
Check it out

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend wit’ diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader, no equal
I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot, and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered
Count how many bad honeys I slut, it’s a high number
Name a nigga under the same sky that I’m under
Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin’
The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
Drop Rolls, hoes drop clothes
Louis the XIII freaks, women nice size
I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
It ain’t my fault, semiautomatic weapons I brought
The world crazy, I’m rich and I’m girl-crazy
Dick ’em, convince ’em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion, I lose ’em
Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety
Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD

Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
I’m not in the winters of my life or the beginner stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin’ Biggie, the great legend
Blastin’, I’m after the actress who played Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
I’m so high, I never land like Mike Jackson’s crib
Best on 45, still crack ya ribs
Sacrilege to talk trash about the nasty kid
Past nasty now, I’m gross and repulsive
Talk money, is you jokin’? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket
On the floors, ceiling, the safe, bitch, I got it
You envy, but don’t offend me
I’m skinny, but still I’m too big for a Bentley
You are your car, what could represent me?
Too godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly
Must design me somethin’ Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the ’90s
Drug dealer call, rush to the bar
Move, niggas, we don’t give a fuck who you are
Black card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them saggin’
Bet a hundred stacks, niggas’ll run it back
Just havin’ fun, I ain’t even begun to black
Light another blunt in fact
(Heh-heh)

(Nasty)
Nasty kid
(Nasty)
Yeah
(Nasty)
The kid!
(Nasty)
Yeah
(Nasty)
Nasty kid
(Nasty)

For the hustlers, stick us yellow bitches for the suck of it
Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin’, sayin’ “It was Nas I used to hustle wit'”
I display fashions while my lungs engage hashes, guns on my waist past tense
Since I’m cakin’ up, put funds in my safe, laughin’
And joining the blunt passin’, you niggas was straight assin’
Excuse the vulgarity, I’m still not fully adjusted
Or used to the new fans hearin’ me spit rapidly
I never see the whips niggas be claimin’ they drivin’
I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin’
Fake it ’til you make it, I’ve driven those toys
Been in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin’ in doors
For my deen, nigga, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
I’m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher
For my Gs, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga

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  1. NAS – NASTY LYRICS : KillerHipHop.com - June 13, 2011

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