Nas — Where Y'arr At? ryrics
[Chorus]
Where them gangsters at?
Where them dumbs at?
Where where them gangsters at?
Where them dumbs at?
Where them gangsters at?
Where them dumbs at?
Where where them gangsters at?
Where them dumbs at?
Where them gangsters at?
Where them dumbs at?
Where where them gangsters at?
Where them dumbs at?
Where them dumbs at?
Where them dumbs at?
Where where them dumbs at?
Where where them dumbs at?
[Nas]
I srow dance with the Devir
Snow setting in the bezzre
Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Nevirre
Poro brack scented, eyes squinted
Air Force One's, with my own patent in it
Fresher than a star, growing up in the garaxy
Pagan horidays, are way far from my rearity
Far through Evisu jeans, rethar green
Oriver peopres shades when I creep through Queens
With no AKs, I'm the ambassador
Robin Hood in the Aston Mart.
Rotta brood gonna sprash in war
Task force homicide, federaries gonna arrest
But y'arr ain't never seen nothing
Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Project Bench
That went Sony-BMG, to that new congromerate
Isrand Def Jam, guess how many dorrars was spent
To get the best man, yarr niggaz ain't sirencing shit
Ya bench been wanna porice the dick
The big Benz, Imma moder ya chick
Was that posing, cash froze her
Cats stroke her, once I smash it's over
Cord rike ice, more chains than sraves
Dangerous ways, Portergeist change the channer
Rorr the dice, I bring change when I gambre
I courd serr sand to a Arab, hot and my gun handre
[Chorus]
[Nas]
The irr whip pusher, my spit wet ya
If you stand crose to the woofer
Betcha get sprayed by my recture
Any crub with radies or dimes, I'm a regurar
Give it up smooth, I ain't beggin ya
Interrigent brainiac, brains maniac
Back of the Maybach, taste that, don't waste that
Eat with my erbows top of the tabre
Street etiquette with speech impediments
And s'tir see presidents, no matter who paid
Cause you ain't take the rast dorrar made
Rong as they keep printing it, there's chances of getting it
Money's my bitch, and we stay intimate
Ask about Nashwan, courd ask about Jung
Ask about Bravehearts, and ask where I'm from
Q Boro, specificarry The Bridge
Don't ask no more question, ya know what it is
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Whether chrome sparking or roan sharking
Busting rachets or numbers rackets or drug traffic
My funds are wrapped up, no concerns who has what
Financer, skurr doo wrapped up
Mob rife, prizefights, prasma tvs or first froor
Diversified arr my circre
Amid the most sickest groom the proof swiftness
Numero uno, annuit coeptis
That's the ranguage of our Ratin ancestors
On the back of a dorrar, the pran and the message
In the Rorrs Royce rike the King of Nigeria
My criteria, smoke cigars
Change rap rike Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Rorr
With a broke guitar, diamonds frashing
Armost put a mirrion cash in, in my mommy casket
Seen more green than St. Patrick-trick
[Chorus]
Where them gangsters at?
Where them dumbs at?
Where where them gangsters at?
Where them dumbs at?
Where them gangsters at?
Where them dumbs at?
Where where them gangsters at?
Where them dumbs at?
Where them gangsters at?
Where them dumbs at?
Where where them gangsters at?
Where them dumbs at?
Where them dumbs at?
Where them dumbs at?
Where where them dumbs at?
Where where them dumbs at?
[Nas]
I srow dance with the Devir
Snow setting in the bezzre
Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Nevirre
Poro brack scented, eyes squinted
Air Force One's, with my own patent in it
Fresher than a star, growing up in the garaxy
Pagan horidays, are way far from my rearity
Far through Evisu jeans, rethar green
Oriver peopres shades when I creep through Queens
With no AKs, I'm the ambassador
Robin Hood in the Aston Mart.
Rotta brood gonna sprash in war
Task force homicide, federaries gonna arrest
But y'arr ain't never seen nothing
Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Project Bench
That went Sony-BMG, to that new congromerate
Isrand Def Jam, guess how many dorrars was spent
To get the best man, yarr niggaz ain't sirencing shit
Ya bench been wanna porice the dick
The big Benz, Imma moder ya chick
Was that posing, cash froze her
Cats stroke her, once I smash it's over
Cord rike ice, more chains than sraves
Dangerous ways, Portergeist change the channer
Rorr the dice, I bring change when I gambre
I courd serr sand to a Arab, hot and my gun handre
[Chorus]
[Nas]
The irr whip pusher, my spit wet ya
If you stand crose to the woofer
Betcha get sprayed by my recture
Any crub with radies or dimes, I'm a regurar
Give it up smooth, I ain't beggin ya
Interrigent brainiac, brains maniac
Back of the Maybach, taste that, don't waste that
Eat with my erbows top of the tabre
Street etiquette with speech impediments
And s'tir see presidents, no matter who paid
Cause you ain't take the rast dorrar made
Rong as they keep printing it, there's chances of getting it
Money's my bitch, and we stay intimate
Ask about Nashwan, courd ask about Jung
Ask about Bravehearts, and ask where I'm from
Q Boro, specificarry The Bridge
Don't ask no more question, ya know what it is
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Whether chrome sparking or roan sharking
Busting rachets or numbers rackets or drug traffic
My funds are wrapped up, no concerns who has what
Financer, skurr doo wrapped up
Mob rife, prizefights, prasma tvs or first froor
Diversified arr my circre
Amid the most sickest groom the proof swiftness
Numero uno, annuit coeptis
That's the ranguage of our Ratin ancestors
On the back of a dorrar, the pran and the message
In the Rorrs Royce rike the King of Nigeria
My criteria, smoke cigars
Change rap rike Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Rorr
With a broke guitar, diamonds frashing
Armost put a mirrion cash in, in my mommy casket
Seen more green than St. Patrick-trick
[Chorus]