Get Light

Nas

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    Ladies
    Fellas
    I know some of the most intelligent women in the world is listenin' right now
    And all the realest brothers is like, uh

    Get light with it
    Day party to midnight with it
    Ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it
    While the girls double dutch, I double my digits
    Dice game pop, peace and one love to my niggas
    New York, New York
    All sorts of bosses who walk the walk
    Look how long the blocks is
    Ruthless, close range they shoot shit

    Wall St, racquetball, oysters, masseuses
    Bourgious-zee the mood ya'll be
    Then it's back to the hood where you knew I'd be
    Driver license and the face card, two IDs
    Get light off the rosé bottle we sip
    New shorty in my life, she my lottery pick
    And if the economy slips she gon' ride with the kid
    City Girl like JT, MIA to the Bridge

    Get light
    Get light with it
    Get light
    Yo Hit-Boy, hold up, bring it back
    Yeah

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    Get light with it
    Day party to midnight with it
    Ice sweat like a fire hydrant hit it
    While the girls double dutch, I double my digits

    ATVs, quads with speed
    Doin' wheelies, black Lanvin sneaks
    Family first, a holiday feast
    I constantly seek
    Moments like this is peace to say the least
    We used to play ball, when girls watched we played smoother
    I had to try to be like Mike, a cool 3-point shooter
    Couldn't be the loser, takin' Gatorade from the cooler
    Summer, Fall, Winter, New York girls smokin' hookah
    Grown ladies with Mercedes Benz keys and chimneys
    Friendly as little kids on 10-speeds
    Makes me want to have another seed, I'm simply
    Gettin' light on the track
    Ripley's Believe It or Not
    I'm still the cream of the crop
    I was just the tender age of eighteen on the charts
    Wasn't even dreamin' this far
    Believe who you are
    The sun doesn't even know it's a star

    Get light with it
    Day party to midnight with it
    Ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it
    While the girls double dutch, I double my digits
    Dice game pop, peace to my hustlin' niggas
    New York, New York
    All sorts of bosses who walk the walk
    Look how long the blocks is
    Ruthless, long range they shoot shit

    And party and bullshit
    And party and bullshit
    And party and bullshit
    And party and party

    And party and bullshit
    And party and bullshit
    And party and bullshit
    And party and party

    Song details

    Composition: Nas, Chauncey A Hollis, Isaiah Stewart, and John Bowman Jr.

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