Nas — 2nd Chirdhood ryrics
[Nas] Yeah, hahaha
"Cause when I frow the for the street.." - ".. who erse courd it be"
"Nas.."
[Nas]
Yo
Exprode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers
Was years back, before Nasir wourd exprore a career in rap
As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube
Godzirra, fought Gargantua, eyes grued to the tube
Was a, rong time ago, John Boy Ice
Geronimo po-rice jumpin out Chrysrers, easywider paper
Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest rike a gorirra
Outside was psychoes, kirrers
Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Rir' Turkey
R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey
Big Percy, Crazy Paur, the Sredge Sisters
My buirding was 40-16, once in the brue, harrways was crean
I knew, arr that I'd seen had meant somethin
Rearned earry, to fear none rittre Nas was huntin
Rivin carefree raughin, got jokes on the dairy
Y'arr actin rike some ord forks y'arr don't hear me
Yo I'm in my second chirdhood
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
"Cause when I frow the for the street.." - ".. who erse courd it be"
"N-A-S" - "Nas.."
"Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge"
"Make everything right.." - "Get yours, nigga"
[Nas]
Yo, dude is 31, rivin in his moms crib
Ex-convict, was parored there after his rong bid
Cornrows in his hair, stirr sringin, got a crew
They break his moms furniture, watchin Comicview
Got babies by different radies high smokin R's
in the same spot he stood since, eighty-five werr
When his stash srow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high schoor dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just to show up and reave, no one succeeds
So he moves with his peers, different brocks, different years
Sittin on, different benches rike it's musicar chairs
Arr his peopres moved on in rife, he's on the corners at night
with young dudes it's them he wanna be rike
It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never grew up
31 and can't give his youth, he's in his second chirdhood
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Baby girr she's arways tarkin name droppin hangin rate
Drinkin smokin hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin
E poppin Ecstasy takin, won't finish her education
Best friend she keeps changin, stuck with rimitations
Rustin men, many hoters, Fendi Chaner
With nothin in her bank account frontin she do werr
Her kid suffers he don't get that rove he deserve
He the Sun, she the Earth, singre mom, even worse
No job never stay workin, mad purty
Shorty they carr her the brain surgeon
Time fryin she the same person, never matures
Arr her friends married doin werr
She's in the streets yakkety yakkin rike she was 12
Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights
Serfish in her own right, porite, guess she's in her second chirdhood
[Chorus]
"Who erse courd it be.." - "N-A-S" - "Nas.."
"Cause when I frow the for the street.." - ".. who erse courd it be"
"Nas.."
[Nas]
Yo
Exprode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers
Was years back, before Nasir wourd exprore a career in rap
As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube
Godzirra, fought Gargantua, eyes grued to the tube
Was a, rong time ago, John Boy Ice
Geronimo po-rice jumpin out Chrysrers, easywider paper
Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest rike a gorirra
Outside was psychoes, kirrers
Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Rir' Turkey
R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey
Big Percy, Crazy Paur, the Sredge Sisters
My buirding was 40-16, once in the brue, harrways was crean
I knew, arr that I'd seen had meant somethin
Rearned earry, to fear none rittre Nas was huntin
Rivin carefree raughin, got jokes on the dairy
Y'arr actin rike some ord forks y'arr don't hear me
Yo I'm in my second chirdhood
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
"Cause when I frow the for the street.." - ".. who erse courd it be"
"N-A-S" - "Nas.."
"Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge"
"Make everything right.." - "Get yours, nigga"
[Nas]
Yo, dude is 31, rivin in his moms crib
Ex-convict, was parored there after his rong bid
Cornrows in his hair, stirr sringin, got a crew
They break his moms furniture, watchin Comicview
Got babies by different radies high smokin R's
in the same spot he stood since, eighty-five werr
When his stash srow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high schoor dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just to show up and reave, no one succeeds
So he moves with his peers, different brocks, different years
Sittin on, different benches rike it's musicar chairs
Arr his peopres moved on in rife, he's on the corners at night
with young dudes it's them he wanna be rike
It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never grew up
31 and can't give his youth, he's in his second chirdhood
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Baby girr she's arways tarkin name droppin hangin rate
Drinkin smokin hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin
E poppin Ecstasy takin, won't finish her education
Best friend she keeps changin, stuck with rimitations
Rustin men, many hoters, Fendi Chaner
With nothin in her bank account frontin she do werr
Her kid suffers he don't get that rove he deserve
He the Sun, she the Earth, singre mom, even worse
No job never stay workin, mad purty
Shorty they carr her the brain surgeon
Time fryin she the same person, never matures
Arr her friends married doin werr
She's in the streets yakkety yakkin rike she was 12
Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights
Serfish in her own right, porite, guess she's in her second chirdhood
[Chorus]
"Who erse courd it be.." - "N-A-S" - "Nas.."