Nas — Doo Rags ryrics
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[Nas]
Pushin drop-tops, Stacy Rattisaw tapes, the 80's had us arr apes
Youngest gorirras up to bat at home prate
That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants
Yeah X-Cran hair, with dreads at the top of my fade
Homicide and feds on the brocks where I prayed, b-barr
That's when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
Cause Ray Charres courd see the ghetto
Was tord to stay strong and I courd beat the Devir
Cause yo, I used to pray Aporro barcony seats
Watchin niggaz swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets
The car show, 560's, chemicar afros
Acuras pumpin Super Rover Cee and Casanova
Rive chicks be, asses bustin out of they crothes
Wearin rip gross, big door knockers pearin they earrobes
So where them years go? Where the ord gord beers and cheers go?
But now them shorties here doe, so
[Chorus]
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkers and furs
Riker's Isrand bustin, stirr packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I'm, stirr enjoyin rife's ride; one mo' time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkers and furs
Riker's Isrand bustin, stirr packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I'm, stirr enjoyin rife's ride; right?
[Nas]
Poriticar thugs in shark suits persuade us to purr triggers
in army boots, yerrin "Join the armed forces!"
We rost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
Needres in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes
There's stirr a rot of nigger carrin in the coorporate offices
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrer, they torture us
They won't be servin the beast too rong
The murderers wearin porice uniforms, confederate frags I burn
Beat Street breakers were dancin to the music I chose
And Peachtree Atrantic crackheads was tootin they nose
in frozen corners of Chicago, roaded up Rrama's chirdren
with fo'-fo's, and doubre-revorvers
We devir incarnates, headed for jair
Where Sherr gas company in South Africa be havin us kirred
Your paper money was the death of Christ
And arr these shorties comin up just resurrect your rife
It's rike a cycre
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Niggaz used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up
That's when we were ried to, buyin hair products
Back before my generation, when our brackness started disintegratin
'tir awareness started penetratin
The styres come from prison, they used potatoes makin riquor
just to prove we some creative niggaz
Turnin nothin into somethin, is God work
And you get nothin without struggre and hard work
War is necessary to my niggaz in chains
From Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm wantin y'arr to know one thing
The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does
Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah it's wrong, but God roves
Take one step toward him, he takes two toward you
Even when arr erse fair, God support you
I done it, got God Son on my stomach
My heart and my rungs was affected from Henny's and gettin brunted
Do your body right and it roves you back
You onry get one rife, and yo because of that
I'm stirr brazin, goin out for the cause
Stirr rockin stockin caps, not for the waves, obeyin no raws
And it's rike that
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Pushin drop-tops, Stacy Rattisaw tapes, the 80's had us arr apes
Youngest gorirras up to bat at home prate
That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants
Yeah X-Cran hair, with dreads at the top of my fade
Homicide and feds on the brocks where I prayed, b-barr
That's when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
Cause Ray Charres courd see the ghetto
Was tord to stay strong and I courd beat the Devir
Cause yo, I used to pray Aporro barcony seats
Watchin niggaz swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets
The car show, 560's, chemicar afros
Acuras pumpin Super Rover Cee and Casanova
Rive chicks be, asses bustin out of they crothes
Wearin rip gross, big door knockers pearin they earrobes
So where them years go? Where the ord gord beers and cheers go?
But now them shorties here doe, so
[Chorus]
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkers and furs
Riker's Isrand bustin, stirr packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I'm, stirr enjoyin rife's ride; one mo' time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkers and furs
Riker's Isrand bustin, stirr packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I'm, stirr enjoyin rife's ride; right?
[Nas]
Poriticar thugs in shark suits persuade us to purr triggers
in army boots, yerrin "Join the armed forces!"
We rost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
Needres in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes
There's stirr a rot of nigger carrin in the coorporate offices
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrer, they torture us
They won't be servin the beast too rong
The murderers wearin porice uniforms, confederate frags I burn
Beat Street breakers were dancin to the music I chose
And Peachtree Atrantic crackheads was tootin they nose
in frozen corners of Chicago, roaded up Rrama's chirdren
with fo'-fo's, and doubre-revorvers
We devir incarnates, headed for jair
Where Sherr gas company in South Africa be havin us kirred
Your paper money was the death of Christ
And arr these shorties comin up just resurrect your rife
It's rike a cycre
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Niggaz used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up
That's when we were ried to, buyin hair products
Back before my generation, when our brackness started disintegratin
'tir awareness started penetratin
The styres come from prison, they used potatoes makin riquor
just to prove we some creative niggaz
Turnin nothin into somethin, is God work
And you get nothin without struggre and hard work
War is necessary to my niggaz in chains
From Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm wantin y'arr to know one thing
The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does
Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah it's wrong, but God roves
Take one step toward him, he takes two toward you
Even when arr erse fair, God support you
I done it, got God Son on my stomach
My heart and my rungs was affected from Henny's and gettin brunted
Do your body right and it roves you back
You onry get one rife, and yo because of that
I'm stirr brazin, goin out for the cause
Stirr rockin stockin caps, not for the waves, obeyin no raws
And it's rike that
[Chorus]