Текст, перевод и аккорды “Loco-Motive”
- [Intro] 42nd street terminal [Verse 1: Nas] Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it My religion is reefer Big money in most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with My visions are realistic, nothing's figurative I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead Who are you niggas? Why argue niggas? The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas They wait a lifetime, they tell they hoes, "Nas did this" Pointin' to they scars like, "Right here, baby, really Nas did this" Like a badge of honor, not braggin' I'm just honest War stories we tell them, nothin's realer than karma Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey Rap Jack Demsey, Matt Black Bentley, pimply Shatterin' your silence, pass around the chalice Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst I fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous [Break: Large Professor] Yo, what we talkin' 'bout niggas? What we talkin' 'bout niggas? This is Nas, what, Nas What, Nasty, what, recollect, [Verse 2: Nas] At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin' in public housin' Integrity in tact, reppin' hard They askin' how he disappear and reappear back on top Sayin', "Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin'" To keep winnin' is my way like Francis As long as I'm breathin', I'll take chances A soldier comin' home, twenty years old with no legs Sayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head So much to write and say, yo I don't know where to start So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece But my life been good since I started finding peace I shouldn't even be smilin', I should be angry and depressed I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back Like Trump bein' up down up, play with cash [Large Professor] My nigga's like a locomotive Nas, we push it, mush 'em Queensbridge to Bushwick Harlem, Bronx, all that You ain't even supposed to be out here You know where you at? Verse 3: Nas] At night, New York, eat a slice too hot Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin' from the roof of my mouth Shit was Falicimo, melted pot, city sweltering hot Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shot I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed Reachin', soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin' When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught Toker man safe behind a locked door for sure Minor theif shit, minor league shit, beastin' Lookin' for the young, but now we older chiefin' In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick Buggin' on how his imagination was so sick It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth Alchohol agin' my niggas faster than felonies How dare I? Must be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease I'm here y'all [Outro] This for my trapped in the 90?s niggas For my trapped in the 90?s niggas Ha, for y'all niggas
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