Car #85 Nas (Ft. Charlie Wilson)

[Intro: Charlie Wilson & Nas]
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, la, da-da, da (Big Queens, NYC)
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, la, da-da, da
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (Uh), la, oh, oh, ooh
Ooh-ooh (Yeah), oh, ooh-ooh (Hit-Boy)

[Verse 1: Nas & Charlie Wilson]
They called me "Babyface" in eighty-eight
On 40th and Broadway they made me stay and wait
Cab service, car eighty-five
Ten minutes, they back in the car
Not safe to drive, narcos are lookin' (Woop, woop, woop)
No secret compartments in the ride, so keep pushin'
We get stopped, hide it between the seat cushion
Either that, or just tuck it inside your boot
Don't throw it out the window yet, son, that's all our loot (Not yet)
See? They turned, they wasn't after us, my nigga with me laughin' (Yeah)
He clutchin' his gold Lazarus, made it home and he baggin' up (What up?)
I'm just a lil' nigga smokin' weed (Fried)
I'm just tryna figure out who to be (Nas)
Horse and Dula touchin' paper (Uh-huh)
Plus, Spud and Wallet Head, a lot of bread
And I was talkin' to Tia
I went to her block, I was just happy to see her
And low was how she did me (Ooh)
She moved from Queens to Co-Op City (Ooh-wee)
She said, "Visit me, that's if you really miss me" (I did), show proof
Ten niggas outside her buildin', that's what I go through (Damn)
1989, my baby mind was advancin' (Yeah)
Nike Air Trainer 3's, two fingers on her hand, son (Ooh)
I'm losin' her slowly (Uh)
Plus my other girl is startin' to move on the homie
Hop in eighty-five, roll with me (Oh-oh)