Loco-Motive (исполнитель: Nas, Large Professor)
[Verse 1] Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it My religion is reefer Big moneyin' to most An uninhibited freak to sleep with My visions are realistic Nothing is figurative I can wish it into existence God want this [bad word] to live Blunt big as a dread I get high and forget who bled Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead Who are you niggas Why argue niggas The [bad word] is the [bad word] I really put my scars on niggas They wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, Nas did this Pointing to they scars like Right here, baby, really Nas did this Like a badge of honor, not bragging I'm just honest War stories we tell them, nothing's realer than karma Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey Rap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimply Shatterin' your silence, passing round the chalice Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with [bad word] your ice I [bad word] amethyst I'll [bad word] your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous This for my bad hood [bad word] ghetto glamorous [Break: Large Professor] Yo, what we talking bout niggas What we talking bout niggas This is Nas, what, Nas What, Nasty, what recollect [bad word] [Verse 2: Nas] At seventeen I made seventeen thousand living in public housing Integrity intact, repping hard They asking how he disappear and reappear back on top Saying Nas must have naked pictures of God or something To keep winning is my way like Francis As long as I'm breathing, I'll take chances [bad word] #39; home, twenty years old with no legs Sayin' there's no sense to cry [bad word] just go head So much to write and say, yo I don't know where to start So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece But my life been good since I started finding peace I shouldn't even be smiling, I should be angry and depressed I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back Like [bad word] being up down up, play with cash [Break: Large Professor] My [bad word] #39;s like a [bad word] Nas, we push it, mush 'em Queensbridge to Bushwick Harlem Bronx All that You ain't even supposed to be here You know where you at [Verse 3] At night, New York, eat a slice too hot Use my tongue to tear the skin hanging from the roof of my mouth [bad word] was felicissimo melted pot, city sweltering hot Staggering, [bad word] than those cops that 2Pac shot I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed Reaching, soon as I heard them iron wheels screeching When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught Token man safe behind a locked door for sure Minor thief [bad word] minor league [bad word] beasting Looking for the juks young, but now we older chiefing In my [bad word] play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick Bugging on how his imagination was so sick It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth Alcohol aging my niggas faster than felonies How dare I Must be, something in the air that [bad word] me Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease I'm here y'all [Outro] This for my trapped in the 90's niggas For my trapped in the 90's niggas Ha for y'all niggas