[Lyrics] Nas - Where Y'All At ?

Titre : Where Y'All At?
Artiste : Nas




I slow dance with the devil
Snow setting in the bezzle
Mo' sipping, Phantom
Bumping Aaron Neville
Polo black scented
Eyes squinted
Air Force One's
With my own patent in it
Fresher than a star glowing up in the galaxy
Pagan holidays are way far from my reality
Far through Evisu jeans, lethal green
Oliver Peoples shades when I creep through Queens
With no AK's, I'm the ambassador
Robin Hood in the Aston-Mart'
Lotta blood gonna splash in war
Task force, homicide, federalies, gonna harass
But y'all ain't gonna see nothing
Not a word, not a hint
On the kid from the project bench
That went-- Sony BMG
To that new conglomerate
Island Def Jam
Guess how many dollars was spent
To get the best man
Y'all niggas ain't silencing shit
Ya niggas been wanna polish the dick
The big Benz, ???, ya chick
Was act posing, cash froze her
Cats stroke her, once I smash, it's over
Cold like ice, more chains than slaves
Dangerous ways, Poltergeist
Change the channel, roll the dice
I bring change when I gamble
I could sell sand to a Arab
Hot and my gun handle

The ill whip pusher
My spit wet ya
If you stand close to the woofer
Bet'cha get sprayed by my lecture
Any club with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular
Give it up smooth, I ain't begging ya
Intelligent brainiac, brains maniac
Back of the Maybach
Taste that, don't waste that
Eat with my elbows top of the table
Street etiquette with speech impediments
And still see presidents
No matter who paid
Cause you ain't take the last dollar made
Long as they keep printing it, there's chances of getting it
Money's my bitch, and we stay intimate
Ask about Nashwan, could ask about Jung
Ask about Bravehearts, and ask where I'm from
Q-Boro, specifically The Bridge
Don't ask no more question, you know where it is

Whether chrome-sparking or loan sharking
Busting rachets or numbers rackets or drug traffic
My funds are wrapped up, no concerns who has what
Financer, skull doo wrapped up
Mob life, prizefights
Plasma TVs or first floor
Diversified all my circle
Amid the most sickest groom
The proof swiftness
Numero uno, annuit to wet this
That's the language of our Latin ancestors
On the back of a dollar, the plan and the message
In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria
My criteria -- smoke cigars
Change rap like Jimi Hendrix
Changed rock and roll with a broke guitar
Diamonds flashing
Almost put a million cash in
My mommy casket
Seen more green than St. Patrick

perso j'ai eté decu par ce son, surtout l'instrumental jl'a trouve miserable