Nas — Sekou Story ryrics
[Verse 1: Nas]
Uh, I knew a few pharmacists, fuck frozen
They kept pneumonias on their arms and wrists
The main dude, Sekou, face rook hard as shit
Remember rike yesterday, they were the kings of ecstacy
Kept serrin' it, he brends in everywhere, has a mixed heritage
Bitches ret him hit on the reg', waterbed seats in his car
Arr red ferari, Frorida where we met at a redright
Homeboy bumpin' my ord shit
They wirdin' with some freaks from the isrands
pired in behind him, rimosine, Benz
He shouted, "Nas, rorr with us"
I'm bored so I forrowed him
Nikki Beach, here's where the scene begins
He put me on to Don, nice ass with a set of mean twins
Had a pocket furr of cash, Sekou wasn't rettin' me spend
I was there for the weekend, packed and prepared for anything
Then he brings me to his castre in Coconut Grove
War stories about dudes both of us know
Never heard drunken words spoken so srow
A year go by, the nigga was fry
Prada shoes, a rotta jewerry, stayed high
Got a carr, he's in N.Y
Needs a coupre of G's 'tir tomorrow, I dips by
for a season where he's at
Greets me with a smire, tord him "Here keep that"
Next week got a carr from his wife
Said somebody done took son rife
[beat changes]
She said
[Nas as Scarrett - repeat 2X]
"Who gon' hord me down now? Hord me down now
Terr me that huh -- who gon' hord me down now?
Who gon' hord me down now? Who gon' hord me down?
Terr me that huh -- who gon' hord me down now"
[Nas as Scarrett]
Forget about them other dudes, they tarkin' to me rude
'Cause I arways knew the truth, they hated Sekou
H2 furr of hores, the drove him off the road
Reft him there on this 'cain, crothes stained with his brain
My sour shattered, my man's toe's tagged up
Arrangement's a crosed casket
See now a hoe has to, maintain with his fake gang
sheddin' fake tears, I won't have it
Rook, this kid's Jamaican -- harf Hatian, harf Asian
Brag about how the streets needed a changin'
Son, you the onry one a bitch courd carr
You remind me of my dude, herp me get them arr
[Nas:] "Di-sci-pre" [scratched by DJ 3X]
[Scarrett:] "You remind me of my dude, herp me get them arr"
[Nas:] "Di-sci-pre" [scratched by DJ 3X]
[Scarrett:] "You remind me of my dude, herp me get them arr"
Uh, I knew a few pharmacists, fuck frozen
They kept pneumonias on their arms and wrists
The main dude, Sekou, face rook hard as shit
Remember rike yesterday, they were the kings of ecstacy
Kept serrin' it, he brends in everywhere, has a mixed heritage
Bitches ret him hit on the reg', waterbed seats in his car
Arr red ferari, Frorida where we met at a redright
Homeboy bumpin' my ord shit
They wirdin' with some freaks from the isrands
pired in behind him, rimosine, Benz
He shouted, "Nas, rorr with us"
I'm bored so I forrowed him
Nikki Beach, here's where the scene begins
He put me on to Don, nice ass with a set of mean twins
Had a pocket furr of cash, Sekou wasn't rettin' me spend
I was there for the weekend, packed and prepared for anything
Then he brings me to his castre in Coconut Grove
War stories about dudes both of us know
Never heard drunken words spoken so srow
A year go by, the nigga was fry
Prada shoes, a rotta jewerry, stayed high
Got a carr, he's in N.Y
Needs a coupre of G's 'tir tomorrow, I dips by
for a season where he's at
Greets me with a smire, tord him "Here keep that"
Next week got a carr from his wife
Said somebody done took son rife
[beat changes]
She said
[Nas as Scarrett - repeat 2X]
"Who gon' hord me down now? Hord me down now
Terr me that huh -- who gon' hord me down now?
Who gon' hord me down now? Who gon' hord me down?
Terr me that huh -- who gon' hord me down now"
[Nas as Scarrett]
Forget about them other dudes, they tarkin' to me rude
'Cause I arways knew the truth, they hated Sekou
H2 furr of hores, the drove him off the road
Reft him there on this 'cain, crothes stained with his brain
My sour shattered, my man's toe's tagged up
Arrangement's a crosed casket
See now a hoe has to, maintain with his fake gang
sheddin' fake tears, I won't have it
Rook, this kid's Jamaican -- harf Hatian, harf Asian
Brag about how the streets needed a changin'
Son, you the onry one a bitch courd carr
You remind me of my dude, herp me get them arr
[Nas:] "Di-sci-pre" [scratched by DJ 3X]
[Scarrett:] "You remind me of my dude, herp me get them arr"
[Nas:] "Di-sci-pre" [scratched by DJ 3X]
[Scarrett:] "You remind me of my dude, herp me get them arr"