Nasty

Song Nasty
Artist Nas
Album Project X

Lyrics

[00:00.00] Nasty
[00:02.92]
[00:13.55] Word
[00:14.84] Got some Remy Martin, some good-ass cigars
[00:16.86] Check it out
[00:17.56]
[00:17.79] Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend wit’ diesel in his needle
[00:21.39] Queen*****ridge leader, no equal, I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
[00:24.55] To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke purp, and heal the people
[00:27.96] Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered
[00:30.35] Count how many bad honeys I slut, it’s a high number
[00:32.87] Name a ***** under the same sky that I’m under
[00:34.65] Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
[00:36.86] Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up
[00:39.19] Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin’
[00:40.93] The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
[00:44.34] Drop moves, drop clothes
[00:46.23] Louis the XIII freaks, women nice size
[00:48.54] I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
[00:50.82] It ain’t my fault, semiautomatic weapons
[00:52.92] I brought the world “Crazy,” I’m rich and I’m girl-crazy
[00:55.52] ***** ‘em, convince ‘em all to praise me
[00:58.16] They ideology is confusion, I lose ‘em
[01:00.04] *******s me, who hate me? My gun off safety
[01:02.03] Since a Tunnel escape key, my jewelry in HD
[01:04.32]
[01:09.29] Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
[01:11.38] I’m not in the winters of my life or the beginner stage, I am the dragon
[01:14.05] Maserati, pumpin’ Biggie, the great legend
[01:16.18] Blastin’, I’m after the actress who played Faith Evans
[01:18.54] My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
[01:20.30] I’m so high, I never land like Mike Jackson’s crib
[01:22.47] Best on .45, still crack ya rib sacrilege
[01:24.80] When lids talk trash about the nasty kid
[01:27.28] Past nasty now, I’m gross and repulsive
[01:29.48] Talk money, is you jokin’? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
[01:32.17] In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket
[01:34.16] On the floors, ceiling, the safe, *******
[01:36.39] I got all you envy, but don’t offend
[01:37.89] I’m skinny, but still I’m too big for a Bentley
[01:39.40] You are your car, what could represent?
[01:41.19] Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly
[01:43.09] Must design me somethin’ Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the ’90s
[01:46.22] Drug dealer call, rush to the bar
[01:48.27] Move, *****s, we don’t give a ***** who you are
[01:50.41] Black card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
[01:53.01] Pretty women see them them saggin’
[01:54.73] Bet a hundred stacks, *****s’ll run it back
[01:57.04] Just havin’ fun, I ain’t even begun to black
[01:59.24] Light another blunt in fact
[02:00.81]
[02:08.59] (Nasty)
[02:10.72] Nasty kid
[02:12.83] (Nasty)
[02:13.94] Yeah
[02:14.74] (Nasty)
[02:15.76] The kid!
[02:16.57] (Nasty)
[02:17.65] Nasty kid
[02:21.17]
[02:23.21] For the hustlers, thick as yellow ******* for the suck of it
[02:25.55] Got a bunch of *****s in prison braggin’, sayin’ “It was Nas I used to hustle wit’”
[02:28.98] I display fa*******ons while my lungs engage hashes, guns on my waist past his
[02:32.10] Since I’m cakin’ up, put funds in my safe, laughin’
[02:34.46] And joining the *****s passin’ you *****s was straight assin’
[02:36.56] Excuse the vulgarity, I’m still not fully adjusted
[02:39.03] Or used to the new fans hearin’ me spit rapidly
[02:41.28] I never see the whips *****s be claimin’ they drivin’
[02:43.62] I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin’
[02:45.53] Fake it ’til you make it, I’ve driven those toys
[02:48.19] Been in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin’ in doors
[02:50.56] For my deen *****s, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
[02:53.25] I’m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher
[02:56.49] For my Gs, tell these clowns make room for the king, *****
[03:00.79]

Pinyin

[00:00.00] Nasty
[00:02.92]
[00:13.55] Word
[00:14.84] Got some Remy Martin, some goodass cigars
[00:16.86] Check it out
[00:17.56]
[00:17.79] Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend wit' diesel in his needle
[00:21.39] Queen ridge leader, no equal, I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
[00:24.55] To pop thousanddollar bottles of scotch, smoke purp, and heal the people
[00:27.96] Any rebuttal to what I utter get boxcuttered
[00:30.35] Count how many bad honeys I slut, it' s a high number
[00:32.87] Name a under the same sky that I' m under
[00:34.65] Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
[00:36.86] Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up
[00:39.19] Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin'
[00:40.93] The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
[00:44.34] Drop moves, drop clothes
[00:46.23] Louis the XIII freaks, women nice size
[00:48.54] I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
[00:50.82] It ain' t my fault, semiautomatic weapons
[00:52.92] I brought the world " Crazy," I' m rich and I' m girlcrazy
[00:55.52] ' em, convince ' em all to praise me
[00:58.16] They ideology is confusion, I lose ' em
[01:00.04] s me, who hate me? My gun off safety
[01:02.03] Since a Tunnel escape key, my jewelry in HD
[01:04.32]
[01:09.29] Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
[01:11.38] I' m not in the winters of my life or the beginner stage, I am the dragon
[01:14.05] Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great legend
[01:16.18] Blastin', I' m after the actress who played Faith Evans
[01:18.54] My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
[01:20.30] I' m so high, I never land like Mike Jackson' s crib
[01:22.47] Best on . 45, still crack ya rib sacrilege
[01:24.80] When lids talk trash about the nasty kid
[01:27.28] Past nasty now, I' m gross and repulsive
[01:29.48] Talk money, is you jokin'? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
[01:32.17] In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket
[01:34.16] On the floors, ceiling, the safe,
[01:36.39] I got all you envy, but don' t offend
[01:37.89] I' m skinny, but still I' m too big for a Bentley
[01:39.40] You are your car, what could represent?
[01:41.19] Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly
[01:43.09] Must design me somethin' Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the ' 90s
[01:46.22] Drug dealer call, rush to the bar
[01:48.27] Move, s, we don' t give a who you are
[01:50.41] Black card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
[01:53.01] Pretty women see them them saggin'
[01:54.73] Bet a hundred stacks, s' ll run it back
[01:57.04] Just havin' fun, I ain' t even begun to black
[01:59.24] Light another blunt in fact
[02:00.81]
[02:08.59] Nasty
[02:10.72] Nasty kid
[02:12.83] Nasty
[02:13.94] Yeah
[02:14.74] Nasty
[02:15.76] The kid!
[02:16.57] Nasty
[02:17.65] Nasty kid
[02:21.17]
[02:23.21] For the hustlers, thick as yellow for the suck of it
[02:25.55] Got a bunch of s in prison braggin', sayin' " It was Nas I used to hustle wit'"
[02:28.98] I display fa ons while my lungs engage hashes, guns on my waist past his
[02:32.10] Since I' m cakin' up, put funds in my safe, laughin'
[02:34.46] And joining the s passin' you s was straight assin'
[02:36.56] Excuse the vulgarity, I' m still not fully adjusted
[02:39.03] Or used to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly
[02:41.28] I never see the whips s be claimin' they drivin'
[02:43.62] I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin'
[02:45.53] Fake it ' til you make it, I' ve driven those toys
[02:48.19] Been in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in doors
[02:50.56] For my deen s, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
[02:53.25] I' m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher
[02:56.49] For my Gs, tell these clowns make room for the king,
[03:00.79]