Escobar '97 - Nas
Chorus:
Honies, cash, weed, cars
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars
Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
Went from nasty to nas to nas to escobar
The path we all walk, starts out long it's like a boardwalk
Monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it's prophecy
Happy days balancing with lifes atrocities
Hoppin in vs, knowin some day I got to lead properly
High up in a five realizing the price paid
For this life laid in the light shade
One might say, top of the worlds two whips, a crib and a girl
Quick to celebrate it, poppin corks like they made it
Pretentious, arrogant n_ggas is senseless
Pro ball players with white wives, peep they night lives
While you could catch me in a crisp white five
Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with al green on
My theme song, love and happiness, how can it seem wrong
I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the donuts
Now I grown up, got it chromed up
Got the rap game sewn up, sho-nuff
N_ggas acting cool, but it's really no love
I feel a slow buzz, off the dutch
This is everyday, every second
Got to make it pay, every lesson I learnt
Got me open while most of these rappersll stay burnt
Chorus 2x (the second time honies changes to money)
With so much drama in qbc, it's kinda hard being escobarro
Elderado red, sippin dom out the bottle
My life is like a donald goines novel
We wave glasses like bravo
Drunk n_ggas with mad problems, and shot pockets
My n_ggas from the block rock this,
Box c_caine, cook it and chop it
Looking to profit, in different ways
Goin through this difficult stage, called life
But each year my physicals praised
Some fell beyond the reach of help
Cut in the street, thinkin they could teach theyself
When all we wanted was a piece of wealth
And randomly, feed our family
The streets are insanity
Amply, living in ths thugs fantasy
Richest n_gga in show biz is what I plan to be
Heavy chain and my qb sway, living this kings life
Magazines write about me, in this dream it's all tight
Chorus 2x (the second time honies changes to money)
Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain
Iced the chain and all the followers came
They tried to throw me off track, but I caught that
They thought I lost that
But Im continuing to make more stacks
Halftime, new york state of mind, it was written was hittin
Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches
Sleepin on the plane, wake up when we land feelin real scared, on the
Ground
Rollie flush, princess cuts, and large rounds
The crews up, findin time to shine rocks
Its real, you violate, be in a pine box
If it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it's crazy
I didn't make the game, the game made me
Records for the babies so they raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladiesll keep glancing
Yall know the routine out this muthaf_cka.... word up
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