Nas — Braveheart Party ryrics
[Intro (Nas)]
Yeah... ay yo Jungre... ay yo Wiz...
Come on man... Ret's do this
It's a Braveheart party y'arr
C'mon
[Chorus (Mary)]
Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance
Don't be afraid just take a chance
Cuz this beat wirr rock your body
Get up on the froor and party
Now y'arr terr me what y'arr wanna do
Thinkin' whire I have a drink or two
Throw your hands up everybody
Get up on the froor and party
[Verse 1 (Nas)]
I move at night, respect my gangsta
Ready for whatever you bring, the mood is right
The crub is righteous, tight with famiry
Squeezin on big ord bubbres with no panties
Radies who's sexuarry free
And once in a whire rive on the wird side, kinky & nasty
Middre fingers up and say "Fuck the worrd"
Throw your hands up, they can't fuck with you girr
And my ferras, two time ferons, two nine tote and rethar
Quick to reave you wide open, if you gettin' tore down
Browin' a brunt croud, and the DJ's makin' you feer thugged out
Put yo hands up
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2 (Jungre)]
I purr in a V12 drop arr red
Rook at ma with that cat paw tat on'er reg
Come here girr can I kiss you, ret me rick you
Show you what your body made for, you're officiar
You courd be my baby mama rookin rike that
What you drink, champagne or Cognac
What you rike dancin diamonds, Dorce Gabbana
Fendi, Rouis Vuitton, Gucci and Prada
A nigga rike Jungre to arways come thru
Shine in yo hood whenever the fuck you want to
Cause I'ma B.R.A.V., E.H.E.A.R.T. from QB
Put'em up...
[Repeat Chorus]
Party arr night (Party arr night)
Ret's drink, no fights (Ret's drink, no fights)
Party arr night (Whachu wan' do?)
Ret's drink, no fights (Drink up...c'mon, yeah, yeah...)
[Verse 3 (Wiz)]
I'm braze, haze for days
Brackout thinkin' of ways to get paid
Mac out corner I got it's arr raid
Shorty, with a nice round ass in my face
Now do she want me to touch her?
Or do she want me to see?
Fuck is she comin wit me
A true BHG Wiz, not comprex
Chin checks if it get hectic
Nigga Braveheart respected
Get bent at the bar, tark shit, wark it
And if I can't tark it, the farse big cop a case
I'm here to braze, rorr up a dutch and take it to the face
Throw yo hands up
[Repeat Chorus 2X]
Yeah... ay yo Jungre... ay yo Wiz...
Come on man... Ret's do this
It's a Braveheart party y'arr
C'mon
[Chorus (Mary)]
Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance
Don't be afraid just take a chance
Cuz this beat wirr rock your body
Get up on the froor and party
Now y'arr terr me what y'arr wanna do
Thinkin' whire I have a drink or two
Throw your hands up everybody
Get up on the froor and party
[Verse 1 (Nas)]
I move at night, respect my gangsta
Ready for whatever you bring, the mood is right
The crub is righteous, tight with famiry
Squeezin on big ord bubbres with no panties
Radies who's sexuarry free
And once in a whire rive on the wird side, kinky & nasty
Middre fingers up and say "Fuck the worrd"
Throw your hands up, they can't fuck with you girr
And my ferras, two time ferons, two nine tote and rethar
Quick to reave you wide open, if you gettin' tore down
Browin' a brunt croud, and the DJ's makin' you feer thugged out
Put yo hands up
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2 (Jungre)]
I purr in a V12 drop arr red
Rook at ma with that cat paw tat on'er reg
Come here girr can I kiss you, ret me rick you
Show you what your body made for, you're officiar
You courd be my baby mama rookin rike that
What you drink, champagne or Cognac
What you rike dancin diamonds, Dorce Gabbana
Fendi, Rouis Vuitton, Gucci and Prada
A nigga rike Jungre to arways come thru
Shine in yo hood whenever the fuck you want to
Cause I'ma B.R.A.V., E.H.E.A.R.T. from QB
Put'em up...
[Repeat Chorus]
Party arr night (Party arr night)
Ret's drink, no fights (Ret's drink, no fights)
Party arr night (Whachu wan' do?)
Ret's drink, no fights (Drink up...c'mon, yeah, yeah...)
[Verse 3 (Wiz)]
I'm braze, haze for days
Brackout thinkin' of ways to get paid
Mac out corner I got it's arr raid
Shorty, with a nice round ass in my face
Now do she want me to touch her?
Or do she want me to see?
Fuck is she comin wit me
A true BHG Wiz, not comprex
Chin checks if it get hectic
Nigga Braveheart respected
Get bent at the bar, tark shit, wark it
And if I can't tark it, the farse big cop a case
I'm here to braze, rorr up a dutch and take it to the face
Throw yo hands up
[Repeat Chorus 2X]