Nas - Top Down lyrics

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] Swizzy! Wherever you are (Shine) Whoever you are (Shine) Wherever you are (Shine) Whoever you are (Shine) Wherever you are (Shine) Whoever you are (Shine) Hey, Hey, I told ya [Hook] Ridin' with my top down, and my j**elry on Hey, I'm just getting my hood on I'm just, I'm just, doing my thing I'm just, I'm just, (pimp) doing my thing Hey (yup) hey (yup) hey (yup) hey I said I'm ridin with my top down, and my j**elry on Hey, I'm just getting my hood on [Verse 1: Nas] It's the late night greasy spoon patron Poolhall making Big bets, midsection got the 8 in Dior Christian pimpin' Got that penal system diction Riffing, you don't want it you snitchin' Spit a few at a traitor with that new AR Try to k** me I'm the leader, that's coup d'etat Streetsweepers in that Coupé all black b**hes want my chipped tooth back Steel mac, so my kufi never gets smacked Squeeze the fifth with a grip as I dip From the paparazzi Still playing numbers (you can't stop me) Still wearing bundles, and spark weed If I ever say “Queens get ‘em”, you know they got me Success, scandal, bone deep, personal beef So lead by example, or get trampled Since Hip Hop Is Dead, this is the end Congratulations in order 'cause we did it again [Hook] [Verse 2: Nas] The chain's offensive Brain on airplanes, Gucci frames are vintage The two Tec Don in Yukon's and Benzes Chicks who s** other chicks tits like infants The Apprentice but not Trump I'm the n***a with Glocks and pumps That you don't see much s**er free from chumps Homes with cobblestones in front of ‘em He's got guns in cummerbunds, so understand you under son Don't make me have you running from a hundred guns Don't make me grab your only son I'm coming from A place Tanqueray and weed's the only escape From phonies who hate When you rolling with papes That's why the God party with juicy models They mob me, Denali, Charlie Luciano – hardly Have to tell y'all, I k** y'all For spitting songs that involve me n***a Original verbal a**a**in, have to carve me a n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Nas] I got the armour tucked with the no drama luck Tatted up, everywhere, my neck, arms and stuff Like I roll my body around on wet comic books The Dalai Lama prodded up, lighting chronic up Ugh, of course I'm at it again When I do it you know N, I throw caution to the wind I talk about the life I'm in But I swear to God I may never write again But if I hit em hard, they say the World must kneel Baddest girls gon lick my Tim' boot heel Sayin' Nas running out of time This is my last chance Gotta shoots to k**, this is my last dance I say hell nah, don dadda Goons act fly, fly swat ya Rapping ducks, modern day dracula's What you coming out your caskets for This game been dead but guess who came back for more [Hook]