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• Artiste: Nas
• Titre: Get Light
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Ladies Fellas I know some of the most intelligent women in the world is listenin’ right now And all the realest brothers is like, uh Get light with it Day party to midnight with it Ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it While the girls double dutch I double my digits Dice game pop, peace and one love to my niggas New York, New York All sorts of bosses who walk the walk Look how long the blocks is Ruthless, close range they shoot shit Wall Street, racquetball, oysters, masseuses Bourgious-zee the mood y'all be Then it's back to the hood where you knew I'd be Driver license and the face card, two IDs Get light off the rosé (Uh) bottle we sip New shorty in my life, she my lottery pick And if the economy slips she gon' ride with the kid City Girl like JT, MIA to the Bridge Get light Get light with it Get light Yo Hit-Boy, hold up, bring it back Yeah Get light with it Day party to midnight with it Ice sweat like a fire hydrant hit it While the girls double dutch I double my digits ATVs, quads with speed Doin' wheelies, black Lanvin sneaks Family first, a holiday feast I constantly seek Moments like this is peace to say the least We used to play ball when girls watched we played smoother I had to try to be like Mike, a cool 3-point shooter Couldn't be the loser, takin' Gatorade from the cooler Summer, Fall, Winter, New York girls smokin’ hookah Grown ladies with Mercedes Benz keys and chimneys Friendly as little kids on 10-speeds Makes me want to have another seed I’m simply Gettin' light on the track Ripley's Believe It or Not I'm still the cream of the crop I was just the tender age of eighteen on the charts Wasn't even dreamin' this far Believe who you are The sun doesn't even know it's a star Get light with it Day party to midnight with it Ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it While the girls double dutch I double my digits Dice game pop, peace to my hustlin' niggas New York, New York All sorts of bosses who walk the walk Look how long the blocks is Ruthless, long range they shoot shit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and party And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and party