[Verse 1: Nas]



                      Cup'a Hen', cup'a Goose, cup'a Cris'



                      White chain, colored watch on the wrist



                      Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience



                      Specially dressed, guess who? -- Nas, it's obvious



                      Step to bars, we just ordered dark liquors



                      Clear liquors, y'all niggaz are s-e-x



                      Yes we get respected, eclectic messages



                      Left our brains, get into a female's estrogen



                      She feels electric, her breasts she touchin' them



                      Wet 'tween the legs from this thug seduction



                      N-a-s, then they ass, over-spank it



                      Whisperin' she loves intelligent gangstas



                      Call fatties 'bubbles', call head 'skull'



                      Before I get either I need some Red Bull



                      She'll scream as I pushed in her freezing cold pool



                      When she piss she gon' bleed in the whole stool



                      That's how much I wanna bang and touch her pretty thing



                      Won't pluck no chicken wing, don't fuck with just anything



                      Gotta come up, run up and get touched up



                      Suicide, that's if you confront us

                    [Chorus I: Nas]



                      Don't talk, just hold your breath



                      Been here a while, s'only one nigga left



                      And all'a y'all know my style



                      I spend dough but I still let it pile

                    Mama shake ya thing



                      Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang



                      You put it on and on and on and on



                      Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song

                    [Verse 2: Nas]



                      Uh, from a boy to a king



                      Love to rock diamonds and fancy rings



                      I'm a thoroughbred, real heavy mang



                      I'm fuckin' something tonight that's on everything



                      Fellas who beat bodies with me



                      Kidnappers and stick-up kids, they all poli' with me



                      Pop bottles with me, button-up shirts and throwbacks



                      Those cats only roll when I'm in the city



                      And the dance floor is disgustin'



                      Move your waistline to the basic percussion



                      I'm that, cool laid-back don who won't say nuttin'



                      And laugh when a nigga start frontin'

                    [Chorus II: Nas]



                      And all'a y'all know my style



                      I spend dough but I still let it pile



                      Mama shake ya thing



                      Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang

                    You put it on and on and on and on



                      Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song

                    Bass beat bang [2X]



                      Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song

                    [Verse 3: Nas]



                      Rock Tims, rock Chucks, rock Bapes



                      I like eyes, pretty lips, fly face



                      First you said you would spread for me in an instant



                      See me with the next chick, now you act different



                      Power of the stick shift, now I embarrass her



                      Play your position, you're way outta character



                      Do the knowledge, graduated hood college with honors



                      Pay homage to Nas, Dickies and Converse



                      On her eyes shades in the nighttime regardless



                      The army's so thick you can't harm us

                    [Chorus III: Nas]



                      And all'a y'all know my style



                      I spend dough but I still let it pile

                    Mama shake ya thing



                      Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang



                      You put it on and on and on and on



                    Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song