Nas - Wave Gods (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Nas - Wave Gods (en) Lyrics
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Hold up and analyze
Come on, get on, get some
Listen close as I prove my point
(We do our thing, son) Yeah
Hold up and analyze,
who want something?
Come on, get on, get some, yeah
(Ready to make an entrance
so back on up) Yeah
No comparison, we more solid
than they are (Uh)
Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like
the new Gang Starr (Uh)
Me and Flacko, they say
we the new wave gods
Shout to Max B, he could be
home any day, God (Yeah)
Wake up out the bed scruffy,
sparkin' my J
Shine my nickel-plated then
I'm startin' my day
My old lady call me baby, told
her, "Pardon my age"
Twelve shells in the gauge
like a carton of eggs
We goin' home like Eric Cartman,
chromosomes on my conscience
Hear some niggas talkin' nonsense,
call up Nasty Nastradamus
Rock the pearls and diamonds, break
the promise, break her wallets
Break her heart and break her
pockets, takin' notes like
guidance counselors
Aristocrat like a chancellor, the
answer to the, uh, panhandlers
The corners with the mans is up,
the jig is up, the scams is up
Yeah, they hands is up, lookin'
in the crowd, yeah
Tryna fuck the world, but
my pants still up
Tryna invest, to all my Gs,
before we rest in peace
'Cause we sure to rest in peace
The rest is set, the record
set as soon as I release
The room is streets, I roam the
streets with no security
They know a nigga overseas (Uh)
Kind of swag that's passed
from your mom and dad
Prada bags and we cheesin' on
them Calvin ads (Yeah, yeah)
Might've peeped the billboards fifty
feet when out in traffic
Starin' at them naked pictures,
shit, you bound to crash it
No comparison, we more
solid than they are
Me and Hit-Boy, they say we
like the new Gang Starr
Shout to Max B, he could
be home any day, God
Yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal
Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit
the lick like ah, ah, ah
Wake up out the bed, wrap my durag up
Say a prayer, I'm thankin'
God that mom dukes had us
Monotone style like Guru
on some Preemo cuts
Crewneck by McQueen, go nuts
Jewels over my white hoodie
like Juvie in '9-8
It's movies that I make,
Peruvian white flake
It tore the community at a high
rate, adversity I faced
I roll my own gas to make
sure that it's not laced
Damn, I used to hit the block
hopin' they see me
Watchin' Video Music Box,
sittin' close to the TV
I was inspired by Whodini and Kool G
Got my first pair of J's,
thought I was 2-3 (Air)
Invest in all my G's before
we rest in peace
'Cause we sure to rest in peace,
my shorty is a piece
A piece of mind, a dimepiece, I might
buy her a piece of property
You might've had some joints
But ain't nothin' like
me and Rocky seen
We do our things son
Tell Hit we got a hit, ayy, ayy
Tell Hit we got a hit, ahh
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