Cookout Nas

[Intro: Nas]
Yo, all work no play
That's all niggas do
We always hustlin'
Need sometime to chill
Sit down and have some fun with our people's yo

[Nas]
Yo, I woke up early one morning, yawning!
Called my man Nate, what's up? Let's get it on
You gon' drive to my crib or I'm a drive to yours?
Take the crew out of state or we gon' chill indoors?
Yo, a summertime plan, tell the shorty grab the pots and pans
Make something hot not ham
The Gods we don't get down like that
Matter of fact I'll bring the grill out
So we can cookout, couple of six pack
Chilling back, sit back, beach chair
Each year we try to take time out
Hate to empty the nines out
D batteries for the radio to blasties
Hits by the oldies, eating macaroni
Ladies playing cards, yo the fellas play dice
Horse whip the Porsche to the store to get more ice
Under the shade, thinking about ways to get paid
Sun's shining yo I hope it don't rain on our parade
Who pulls up in the Benzo, two side Jungle and Wiz show
They got more liquor, about to get raw nigga!
Somebody said niggas is hating us
But ain't no cats they making us
So fuck them niggas, cuz they ain't breaking us
Sylk in the cut with some shorty getting filthed up
Scenery looks so right, having a good life
The kid's playing, my man L is DJ'in
Niggas try to fuck this party up our gats will be spraying
Word!