Cup'a hen', cup'a goose, cup'a Cris'   White chain, colored watch on a wrist   Switch lanes in monster whips, ambiance   Specially dressed, guess who? Nas, it's obvious   Step to bars, we just order dark liquors   Clear liquors, y'all niggaz are SEX   Yes, we get respectic, eclectic messages   Left our brains, grit into a female's estrogen   She feels electric, her breasts she's touchin' them   Wet 'tween the legs from this thug seduction      NAS, then they ass, over-spank it   Whisperin' she loves intelligent gangstas   Call fatties, bubbles, call head skull   Before I get either I need some Red Bull   She'll scream as I pushed in her freezing cold pool   When she piss she gon' bleed in the whole stool   That's how much I wanna bang and touch her pretty thing   Won't pluck no chicken wing, don't fuck with just anything   Gotta come up, run up and get touched up   Suicide, that's if you confront us      Don't talk, just hold your breath   Been here a while, there's only one nigga left   And all'a y'all know my style   I spend dough but I still let it pile   Mama shake ya thing   Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang   You put it on and on and on and on   Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song      Uh, from a boy to a King   Love the rock diamonds and fancy rings   I'm a thoroughbred, real heavy mayn   I'm fuckin' something tonight that's on everything   Fellas who beat bodies with me   Kidnappers and stick-up kids, they all poli' with me   Pop bottles with me, button-up shirts and throwbacks   Old cats only roll when I'm in the city   And the dance floor it's disgustin'   Move your waistline to the basic percussion   I'm that, cool laid-back don who won't say nuttin'   And laugh when a nigga start frontin'      And all'a y'all know my style   I spend dough but I still let it pile   Mama shake ya thing   Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang   You put it on and on and on and on   Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song   Bass beat bang   Bass beat bang   Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song      Rock Tims, rock Chucks, rock Bapes   Her light eyes, pretty lips, fly face   First you said you would spread for me in an instant   See me with the next chick, now you act different   Power of the stick shift, now I embarrass her   Play your position, you way outta character   Do the knowledge, graduated hood college with honors   Pay homage to Nas, Dickies and Converse   On the eyes shades in the nighttime regardless   The army's so thick you can't harm us      And all'a y'all know my style   I spend dough but I still let it pile   Mama shake ya thing   Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang   You put it on and on and on and on   Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song