Bokeem Woodbine

Nas

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    Pack up through the gate, you fi go ah! (Uh)
    Drum pan, drum pan sound over so ah! (One-two, one-two)
    Pack up through the gate you fi go, a weh you think? (Uh)
    Sound boy have other songs that is going up in smoke (yeah, ouch)

    I know some goofies that wanna scalp me, ouch
    Wipe out my accounts, leave me needin' mouth-to-mouth
    But that just aroused my style
    Then I party like I'm Tony in a South Beach house
    Bars hittin' like I'm still livin' couch-to-couch
    Motivation for the trappers livin' ounce-to-ounce
    This is rockstar status, Neil Young with a bounce
    I know that make you uncomfortable and make you say: Ouch

    The snub nose like the Colombos and Bonannos
    Rum in the cup holder
    Hittin' bumps and spill on the sandals and car panels
    I drew attention with artistic vision
    Make an incision like Alonzo did to Joshua in Jason's Lyric
    I think I caught the holy spirit, I put my soul in lyrics
    Closed casket and we know who did it
    E-S-C-O, I'm in the pole position, yo, she chose this pimpin'
    Put the pain inside the music 'cause I know they listenin'
    'Member I sat on Kool G rap couch
    Drank Olde E till we coulda blacked out
    He pulled the track out, thinking 'bout what to rap 'bout
    Snappin' like Chrisean and Blueface
    Tradin' bars with the gods till they get the screwface
    Ouch, I know that's painful like playin' hoops and sprain your ankles
    Or gettin' robbed for your Jesus, your girl ain't stay true
    That shit'll hurt you like a K do
    Being crossed by your homie, wow he ain't the same dude
    I'm bent off good wine like Bokeem Woodbine
    Home readin' a script, lightin' up from a good line
    Not no cocaine, this that crack though
    She asked for my passcode, she got what she asked for (ouch)

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    I know some goofies that wanna scalp me, ouch
    Wipe out my accounts, leave me needin' mouth-to-mouth
    But that just aroused my style
    Then I party like I'm Tony in a South Beach house
    Bars hittin' like I'm still livin' couch-to-couch
    Motivation for the trappers livin' ounce-to-ounce
    This is rockstar status, Neil Young with a bounce
    I know that make you uncomfortable and make you say: Ouch

    Ouch, my view is they only do it for views
    Knife in my back and I wear the wounds (ouch)
    Like razor blades and lemon juice (ouch)
    I know it's hurtin' 'em how I move

    Pack up through the gate, you fi go ah!
    Drum pan, drum pan sound over so ah!
    Pack up through the gate you fi go, a weh you think?

    You a sniper, she a sniper
    Ouch, that's a painful situation
    Ouch, you know when they say jokes but it be real
    Ouch, you might take it like they hatin’
    Pain pills can't even help you
    Don't even matter if you're sedated
    And you be swearin' you that boy
    Then why shorty got you waitin'?
    Ouch (ouch), ouch (ouch), ouch (ouch)
    Yeah, yeah, ouch
    Shit, it feel good, it feel good!
    Shit feel good, bruh
    Feel good, it's that good type of pain

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    Composición: Hit-Boy & Nas

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