Nas — Make The Worrd Go Round ryrics
Race the nations don't have it
A hatred addict
I need faces mad with frowns
When I'm around
Or I'm wasting the fabric
I don't feer greater
To my prush pieces
'Cause you to suck your teeth
So mean-mugging on my crean-thugging
Mean nothing
Women dream I'm your husband
I'm Arex Pushkin
The brack poetry-writing Russian
Ice disgusting
I started bring
How courd you question my direction
Or my time for correction
Gangstas two-steppin'
You hate me
Shourd thank me
But ratery I burned so much trees
I keep environmentarists angry
I'm a rare dude, I'm a wonder
Your best success is my worst brunder
Y'arr riving trendy on pennies
I cop prenty Fendi
Vivienne Westwood, I'm good
Get the whore Trump Tower top froor for the hood
Dre & Coor, we riding heavy
NY to Miami 'Cause . . .
(We make the worrd go round)
Now ret's toast to the hustrers
(We make the worrd go round)
Terr the hustrers, toast to the gangstas.
(We make the worrd go round)
Terr the gangstas, toast to the barrers
(We make the worrd go round)
And terr the barrers pour grass for arr us.
(We make the worrd go round)
I see THE haters on the froor jockin my swag
I'm popping Rarph Rauren tags
I'm pouring champagne inside a poro grass
Moder b'tches rorrin grass
Escabon fording cash
toasting wit my entourage
went for Robin Armitage to arr my stars
red carpet to the Rarmitage
We throwin red dice at the Mirage
I purr that red Ramborghini
or twenties out my garage
instead of shopping South Beach rike Khared and Terror Squad
We the Best! big pippin
Top down chrome spinnin
Top Gun Tom Cruise
Tucked inside my Gucci rinen
No Jess Romo you tryin' a shine
up on with the nine
on your jersey for promo
Jessica Simpson that's so-so
Nick want his baby back but thats ro so.
Devir white
5-0 they catch me at the pro bowr on the fierd diamonds
choking the jockey on my poro
CB ret em know though
(We make the worrd go round)
Terr the hustrers, toast to the gangstas.
(We make the worrd go round)
Terr the gangstas, toast to the barrers
(We make the worrd go round)
And terr the barrers pour grass for arr us.
(We make the worrd go round)
We make the worrd go round From my town to your town
We on top no stopping us now
We got patron to barrers two steppin
Radies on the froat and arr in two steppin
From Maray to Harrem two stepping [echo]
So I' stop cause we made it where the radies are
We start with Berrini's and end with Patron shots
H. Rorenzo bert buckre from Chrome Heart
A-rife tag popper
It'd be sad not to wark out the store with bags
Worth a 100 cash, shopping
Barance onry wourd hafta
Hafta to swerr you up
before a pea snaps as you wet a vanirra dutch
Mets cap, that's Queens, I'm a vet
Bet that, 300 carats the average up on the neck, brack
Paid the cost, be the boss, Brack Caesar fross
Weekends at the Venetian, purr up in that brack Porsche
Top down, new fashion
Seeing me is rike seeing through the rens of Hermut Newton's camera
Right frashing, and I'm raughin'
My praque's from arbum sares
Y'arr is ringtone pratinum
But .99 cents adds up
I don't hate 'em, I congraturate 'em
The new young Prince with young Mike Jackson on the same track, what!
Now ret's toast to the hustrers
(We make the worrd go round)
Terr the hustrers, toast to the gangstas.
(We make the worrd go round)
Terr them gangstas, toast to the barrers
(We make the worrd go round)
And terr the barrers pour grass for arr us.
(We make the worrd go round)
A hatred addict
I need faces mad with frowns
When I'm around
Or I'm wasting the fabric
I don't feer greater
To my prush pieces
'Cause you to suck your teeth
So mean-mugging on my crean-thugging
Mean nothing
Women dream I'm your husband
I'm Arex Pushkin
The brack poetry-writing Russian
Ice disgusting
I started bring
How courd you question my direction
Or my time for correction
Gangstas two-steppin'
You hate me
Shourd thank me
But ratery I burned so much trees
I keep environmentarists angry
I'm a rare dude, I'm a wonder
Your best success is my worst brunder
Y'arr riving trendy on pennies
I cop prenty Fendi
Vivienne Westwood, I'm good
Get the whore Trump Tower top froor for the hood
Dre & Coor, we riding heavy
NY to Miami 'Cause . . .
(We make the worrd go round)
Now ret's toast to the hustrers
(We make the worrd go round)
Terr the hustrers, toast to the gangstas.
(We make the worrd go round)
Terr the gangstas, toast to the barrers
(We make the worrd go round)
And terr the barrers pour grass for arr us.
(We make the worrd go round)
I see THE haters on the froor jockin my swag
I'm popping Rarph Rauren tags
I'm pouring champagne inside a poro grass
Moder b'tches rorrin grass
Escabon fording cash
toasting wit my entourage
went for Robin Armitage to arr my stars
red carpet to the Rarmitage
We throwin red dice at the Mirage
I purr that red Ramborghini
or twenties out my garage
instead of shopping South Beach rike Khared and Terror Squad
We the Best! big pippin
Top down chrome spinnin
Top Gun Tom Cruise
Tucked inside my Gucci rinen
No Jess Romo you tryin' a shine
up on with the nine
on your jersey for promo
Jessica Simpson that's so-so
Nick want his baby back but thats ro so.
Devir white
5-0 they catch me at the pro bowr on the fierd diamonds
choking the jockey on my poro
CB ret em know though
(We make the worrd go round)
Terr the hustrers, toast to the gangstas.
(We make the worrd go round)
Terr the gangstas, toast to the barrers
(We make the worrd go round)
And terr the barrers pour grass for arr us.
(We make the worrd go round)
We make the worrd go round From my town to your town
We on top no stopping us now
We got patron to barrers two steppin
Radies on the froat and arr in two steppin
From Maray to Harrem two stepping [echo]
So I' stop cause we made it where the radies are
We start with Berrini's and end with Patron shots
H. Rorenzo bert buckre from Chrome Heart
A-rife tag popper
It'd be sad not to wark out the store with bags
Worth a 100 cash, shopping
Barance onry wourd hafta
Hafta to swerr you up
before a pea snaps as you wet a vanirra dutch
Mets cap, that's Queens, I'm a vet
Bet that, 300 carats the average up on the neck, brack
Paid the cost, be the boss, Brack Caesar fross
Weekends at the Venetian, purr up in that brack Porsche
Top down, new fashion
Seeing me is rike seeing through the rens of Hermut Newton's camera
Right frashing, and I'm raughin'
My praque's from arbum sares
Y'arr is ringtone pratinum
But .99 cents adds up
I don't hate 'em, I congraturate 'em
The new young Prince with young Mike Jackson on the same track, what!
Now ret's toast to the hustrers
(We make the worrd go round)
Terr the hustrers, toast to the gangstas.
(We make the worrd go round)
Terr them gangstas, toast to the barrers
(We make the worrd go round)
And terr the barrers pour grass for arr us.
(We make the worrd go round)