Sorry I cant get hold of the proper video. This is probably my favourite song ever. Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcom X catching the Jungle Fever King poetic, too much flava, I'm major Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pager Cuz I'm am ace when I face the bass 40 side is the place that is giving me grace Now wait, another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike head, iwear chains that excite the feds And aint' a damn thing gonna change I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game Nas, why did you do it? You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime Right...(echos) X3 It's halftime... It's like that, you know it's like that I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off wit my own rhyme Cuz I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex In your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels hope to never run it Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise, kid, surprise This is exercise til the microphone dies Back in '83, I was an ...
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Tuesday, 29 January 2013
NaS - Halftime (complete with lyrics)
NaS - Halftime (complete with lyrics) Video Clips. Duration : 4.35 Mins.
Sorry I cant get hold of the proper video. This is probably my favourite song ever. Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcom X catching the Jungle Fever King poetic, too much flava, I'm major Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pager Cuz I'm am ace when I face the bass 40 side is the place that is giving me grace Now wait, another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike head, iwear chains that excite the feds And aint' a damn thing gonna change I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game Nas, why did you do it? You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime Right...(echos) X3 It's halftime... It's like that, you know it's like that I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off wit my own rhyme Cuz I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex In your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels hope to never run it Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise, kid, surprise This is exercise til the microphone dies Back in '83, I was an ...
Sorry I cant get hold of the proper video. This is probably my favourite song ever. Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcom X catching the Jungle Fever King poetic, too much flava, I'm major Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pager Cuz I'm am ace when I face the bass 40 side is the place that is giving me grace Now wait, another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike head, iwear chains that excite the feds And aint' a damn thing gonna change I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game Nas, why did you do it? You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime Right...(echos) X3 It's halftime... It's like that, you know it's like that I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off wit my own rhyme Cuz I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex In your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels hope to never run it Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise, kid, surprise This is exercise til the microphone dies Back in '83, I was an ...
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
Bombs Over Baghdad - Outkast (HD Sound)
Bombs Over Baghdad - Outkast (HD Sound) Tube. Duration : 5.50 Mins.
I don't own this song all credit goes to OUTKAST for making this awesome song LYRICS' --------- [Dre] 1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah! In-slum-national, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!) Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans You can't stop a train Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared I'll be there, but when I leave there Better be a household name Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soaking wet In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat Hits somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Anno Domini anything goes, be whatchu wanna be Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' The fence is too high to jump in jail Too low to dig, I might just touch hell HOT! Get a life, now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell, look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm and Hammer, soul gold grill and some baby mama Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers Stack of question with no answers Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days Get back home, things are wrong Well not really it was bad all along before he left adds up, to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe, believe there's always more, ahhhhh! [Chorus: 2X] [Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang [Choir] Bombs over Baghdad! [Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah! Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something [Choir] Bombs ...
I don't own this song all credit goes to OUTKAST for making this awesome song LYRICS' --------- [Dre] 1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah! In-slum-national, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!) Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans You can't stop a train Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared I'll be there, but when I leave there Better be a household name Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soaking wet In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat Hits somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Anno Domini anything goes, be whatchu wanna be Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' The fence is too high to jump in jail Too low to dig, I might just touch hell HOT! Get a life, now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell, look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm and Hammer, soul gold grill and some baby mama Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers Stack of question with no answers Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days Get back home, things are wrong Well not really it was bad all along before he left adds up, to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe, believe there's always more, ahhhhh! [Chorus: 2X] [Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang [Choir] Bombs over Baghdad! [Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah! Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something [Choir] Bombs ...
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