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Tytuł: Turn It Out (Intro)

  • Wykonawca: Jermaine Dupri (JD)
  • Wy¶wietleń: 293
[Nas]
  Spit at the world
  My lyrics, I could spit at your girl
  Spit when I hurl, spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl
  Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime
  Spit on my watch, make the ice shine
  Spit trife lines, .44 spit slugs out
  Ready to thug out at the clubhouse
  Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out
  My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth
  Careful, comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a.....
  I know you thought I'd be locked up
  Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
  Got up wit' JD doh', crazy dough
  Queens with the So So Def, A-T-L's best (yeah I know)
  Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies
  Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas
  Then we mix that shit, tip that shit
  Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it
  
  [Chorus]
  [Nas]
  Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end
  Never do I lose, all I do is win
  Cause Queens Bridge is in the house
  This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out
  [JD]
  Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end
  Never do I lose, all I do is win
  Cause Collin Park is in the house
  They call me Don Chi Chi and I turns it out
  
  [JD]
  I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks
  Bitches love me and I'm duggy from the head to the socks
  Too much to handle, here da man of the year
  Hit rooms and light'em up like a chandelier
  From C-P to the Bridge, y'all know what it is
  Been gettin' money like this since I was a kid
  I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of Cris
  Pourin' at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showin' it
  Now look at my ice, look at your ice, DAMN
  Look at my life, look at your life, DAMN
  See, I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me
  Copy Chi to the T cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color AMG's
  T.V's, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies
  You can look up or down, right or left
  But all you gon' hear and see is So So Def
  
  [Chorus, JD then Nas]
  
  Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words
  Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs
  Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, I feel faint
  Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink
  All I hear is beats bumpin', I'm seein' in doubles
  Last thing I need to happen is to be in a scuffle
  Where my dogs at? These ain't my niggas I loah
  Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car
  Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out?
  Which way is around? These grimy motherfucker's pointin' me out
  I wish I had the drink, but then I'm too intoxed to aim and put the clip in
  It's like the floor's wet and every step is like I'm slippin'
  And yo, I can't lose a step, I feel my enemies followin'
  All I got as a weapon is this Hennessee bottle
  I'm talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me
  Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me"
  My ice strillon, I'm feelin' my arm
  Thought my Roley was gone, now I wanna swing but I'm calm
  Still got that, DJ musta threw on another hot track
  Think it was this one here, bounce to that
  Too much Thug Passion and smokin'
  Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin'
  From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin'
  Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion
  I saw my niggas pull up, Perelli's they skidded
  They open the car door and toss-ed me in it
  My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy
  But one thing's for sure, So So Def know how to party
  
  [Backdrop]
  All night long {'til when?}
  Til the early morn (it don't stop)
  And uh (it don't quit)
  And uh (So So Def with the dope shit, bitch!)