[Produced by Baby Paul]
[Intro: AZ & Nas]
Ayo God, yo meet me at the Deniece Williams concert tonight, man
E'rybody there, Stacy Lattisaw, Teena Marie, e'rybody, man
Yeah yeah no doubt
I'ma bring one of my baddest stallions, man
Hahahaha
You do the same aight?
You know how we play baby, listen
I'm at a car wash right now
But I'ma hit you as soon as I'm right over there
Right in front right? Yeah, okay, aight got you
[Verse 1: AZ & Nas]
Son, who laced you with the ill haircut?
Lenny, he blessed me with the sharp blade
That nigga's paid, he make a pretty penny
Yo, you hurt 'em with the new Prada's
True, check mines they royal blue
My shits is baby blue
They powder blue, yo' shits is hotter
You hotter with them frames on
Nigga you James Bond, and you stay low
Y'know my style bab' bro
Yeah, make dough, manicure, facial, face glow
Fuck it if you say so; I keep it P.I.!
That's how we break hoes
We throwin' ivory dice across the concrete
And of course that don't make him your man because y'all palms meet
We had boxes bumpin' La-Di-Da-Di
Shotties was blastin', pellets jumpin' into everybody
They never got me
Was cool with all the park shooters, sparkin' bazookas
Sharpen your tutors, 'cause we don't pardon the snoozers
Yo, son, I wouldn't change my life for nothin'
And that ain't like you for frontin'
Who's the nicest? Nuff talkin', light somethin'
[Intro: AZ & Nas]
Ayo God, yo meet me at the Deniece Williams concert tonight, man
E'rybody there, Stacy Lattisaw, Teena Marie, e'rybody, man
Yeah yeah no doubt
I'ma bring one of my baddest stallions, man
Hahahaha
You do the same aight?
You know how we play baby, listen
I'm at a car wash right now
But I'ma hit you as soon as I'm right over there
Right in front right? Yeah, okay, aight got you
[Verse 1: AZ & Nas]
Son, who laced you with the ill haircut?
Lenny, he blessed me with the sharp blade
That nigga's paid, he make a pretty penny
Yo, you hurt 'em with the new Prada's
True, check mines they royal blue
My shits is baby blue
They powder blue, yo' shits is hotter
You hotter with them frames on
Nigga you James Bond, and you stay low
Y'know my style bab' bro
Yeah, make dough, manicure, facial, face glow
Fuck it if you say so; I keep it P.I.!
That's how we break hoes
We throwin' ivory dice across the concrete
And of course that don't make him your man because y'all palms meet
We had boxes bumpin' La-Di-Da-Di
Shotties was blastin', pellets jumpin' into everybody
They never got me
Was cool with all the park shooters, sparkin' bazookas
Sharpen your tutors, 'cause we don't pardon the snoozers
Yo, son, I wouldn't change my life for nothin'
And that ain't like you for frontin'
Who's the nicest? Nuff talkin', light somethin'
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