Chris "The Glove" Taylor - Nationowl lyrics

(All right, is everybody ready *YEAH!*) (Alright now, here we go) Nationowl divides this bomb to blow Adios serials worldwide Once inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriver To break down the speed While labels were sound asleep, Nowl peeped and creeped And stole the ground beneath they feet Far from the bail, still makin my sales Movin tapes like weight, we's hip-hop cartel Takin over, no doubt Like thongs, they a** out but win amounts with the Doctor Dre, all day cash his cheques Like Play, I hittin you in the head like strays (BUU-YU-KOW!) Nationowl's defence covers my a** And team o' outcast n***as who're quick to blast Our beat's on hit, keep the peace on MC's couldn't find my path (Where you at n***as?) Chorus: Pledge a legiance to my team Let's scheme, n***a, we gots ta get CREAM Cos worldwide sh**'s outta control Why you can't get down with Nationowl Young and old, my n***as who's on parole Why you can't get down with Nationowl b**hes who own, my n***as whose heart is cold Why you can't get down with Nationowl Nationowl's anthem, got'cha soul on lock Still fully loaded, co*ked the handgun Composed like the Phantom While the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovely b**hes who never duck me, "Nowl loved me" In thinkin I must spend dough til I'm dizzy a**holes around like a frisby And for satisfaction chew an MC like Wrigley History's about to be made, I met'cha in a way Tryin ya hardest to delay My flight batterin, keep the world ringin like *?Sadaran?* Lyrics bone shatterin Pretenders wantin to be Cinder-rella What? That shoe you tryin ta wears, not fittin Now we're strippin n***as like a Chippendale I'm rippin hell, burnin the devil and inhale Chorus In the last days, which side will you be on? Nationowl's on the side that I beat on I demand put me on From the door I use MC's to wipe my feet on My sh** be bumpin like in-grown hair For twenty-six years trained in ghetto warfare n***a, I see more green than St. Patrick Pro actors, game of life with no practice Controllin craps like I had a remote It's a rule, now go enter ya tomb No joke, much over I scold It's some game for all who's tryin ta split ya coats Best believe that these are our last years Prepare or get done from the rear As we move there, where? The final frontier United we stand, divided we don't have a prayer Chorus Are you wit me East Coast? Are you wit me West Coast? Are you wit me? Are you wit me? Are you wit me West Coast? Are you wit me East Coast? Are you wit me? Are you wit me?