Yo we got chicks in the living room
Getting it
on and they leaving till 6 in the morning
Always for oochie
Oh you ain't
know
How many hoes in the bankroll
Sort
of like like the game show
Who wants
to be a millionaire
But my
name ain't Regis
Nas the one they call
When they want there
thing beat up
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, and boldly,
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard
he husky
Yeah, there go jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking honeys' to the crib tonite
Grantee we going up in there rib tonite
Check the new slang
It's changed the
braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
Holla oochie bang bang

