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K'Naan feat. Nas - Nothing To Lose

4 июля 2012 г. Просмотров: 2237 RSS
K » K'Naan
 uh, someone called the cops on him
 someone told his pops on him
 he was talking crooked and he had some rocks on him
 tucked, tucked in his socks’ corner
 chucks, chucks and the charlotte hornet
 cap, when he flowed then they all surprised on him
 yes, he's a fugee but he go all nas on ‘em
 well, can’t go pras on ‘em.
 
 uh, and he got that crossover
 but he from the streets you don’t cross over
 hut, hut to the block soldiers
 buck, buck to the cop vultures.
 nope, no i don’t know pilots
 ah, nigga i know pirates
 violence the islands
 shout out to my idrens
 put your hands
 
 Hook:
 well, i paid all my dues
 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 shone a million shoes
 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 ‘cause when you got nothing left
 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 you got nothing to lose
 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 (whassup)
 
 i used to stand on vernon and 10
 burnin’ a spliff burner on hip
 wishing to flip a bird, yac burning my chest
 black certainly i’m dressed
 strictly that army shit
 finish my shift
 pack gone before the dawn hit
 anything i could earn on the strip
 turn it and flip
 watching my back
 cooking the pot
 making it stretch
 discussing with’ my clique
 should we duct tape the connect
 it’s rough and k’naan knows
 he had the same woes.
 i’m voicing my opinions
 i forgot y’all was there
 i ain’t know y’all was still listenin’
 be honest i ain’t care.
 y’all don’t get my innuendos my interests
 y’all on some simple shit
 thinking i’m preachy
 yeah my church is the world.
 christians sip a cup of this holy water
 stuck at this phony border
 it’s custom to enter the main stream
you must front and record
 a poorer oratory
 your life story corny
 yo, my somali niggas know what war be
 we fam'
 
 Hook:
 well, i paid all my dues
 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 shone a million shoes
 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 ‘cause when you got nothing left
 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 you got nothing to lose
 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 
 remember when niggas said nas was somalian
 baseball caps had the tags, like a yardie and
 it was written just came out, i was gnarly then
 niggas dreaded seein’ me like a rastafarian
 we didn’t know the dress code though we was bargainers
 the knock off filas, with the pumps and cheap cardigans
 niggas looked corny i admit, we was foreigners
 but this corny kid, quick to send you to the coroners
 y’all know my war story, i won’t repeat it
 it’s just injury, my victory’s undefeated
 thought you knew me well, go back and delete it
 i’m in every joint this year, orthopedic
 and yes the ak’s are instruments we do drum ‘em
 i’m somewhere between killa and king solomon
 and the shades take half the face we over stun ‘em
 and treat obstacles like ass we overcome ‘em
 man, they really made me do this
 i was peaceful like a buddhist
 but then niggas came and screwed it up like judas
 now i’m suited up with lugers
 rugers suddenly intruders
 turn around like hoola hoopers
 fucking losers
 
 Hook:
 well, i paid all my dues
 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 shone a million shoes
 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 ‘cause when you got nothing left
 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 you got nothing to lose
 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 
 this one’s for the world
 this one’s for your girl
 this one’s for your mama
 this one’s for your nana
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