Nas - Nas' Angels... The Flyest lyrics

Word word word word [Nas] I come through in a new double R listening to smiling faces Check out my j**elry piled in your faces Italian air forces leather laces with the basket weave Iron in your face so fast from the draft so sneeze It's the nastiest, flashiest, turn girls to masochist Cause I be giving them pain, it's a cold world, I laugh as if Bernie Mac will be snappin' on you But I ain't a joke; you think I'm here to entertain you Fallen angel after them halos Nobody moves until I say so, take the money out the safe slow Escape route and I'm out, I cake out like Entenmann's and Breyers The flyest [Hook] You got to be the flyest I know your a** is mean, like you be strappin them Jeans, but you can work it like that You got to be the flyest You just take my pumps while standing in your pumps Cause you can work it like that You got to be the flyest You just breathe and stare while I'm pulling your hair Cause you can work it like that You got to be the flyest You can be Nas's angel, let the largest train you but You work it like that [Nas] Uh, Philly rap a hydro, puffing on a line slow Your CD needs me, keep it kickin' like Del Greco Pull up at the Delano South Beach I know For King Solomon jury security in the Tahoe Spandex for money, I stay on the tight G-packs and weed stacks stay on the flight Elbow out the left window, K's on the right Canary out her ears, you know she playing them right Hilton style, Billionaire Boys club Braveheart, y'all don't want no war with us Dump a semi out a Maybach, I made girls bust When I hit them full thrust, full throttle [Hook] [Nas] Big living, what it tastes like, tapes right, used to hate life To move an eight, every night was my pa**ion Pipe bombs safe from stashes, Aston's, Rolls Royces Cold oysters and many sorts of women shake like horses I got them peeling out their clothes, really about this dough Problem, hear me out just scone from my pistol poppin' It's at my mind, just a mystery school Brainwash them, then fix them with my tools Mami hit me with some moves I'm addicted to spinning, dipping these women in different waters Watching for dudes with tape recorders on them cause they informants I been okay with these warmers Girls hara** me and gas me and say that I'm enormous [Hook] Move your waist girl.. Yeah yeah (x2) You got to be Nas's Angel You can be Charlie's Angel You can be Nas's Angel