Nas - Doo Rags

A great song from The Lost Tapes Albums. --------------Lyrics--------------- Pushin drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants Yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade Homicide and feds on the blocks where I played, b-ball That's when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto Was told to stay strong and I could beat the Devil Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats Watchin niggaz swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets The car show, 560's, chemical afros Acuras pumpin Super Lover Cee and Casanova Live chicks be, asses bustin out of they clothes Wearin lip gloss, big door knockers pealin they earlobes So where them years go? Where the old gold beers and cheers go? But now them shorties here doe, so The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; one mo' time The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; right? Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers in army boots, yellin "Join the armed forces!" We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes ...



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