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 Rate Doo Rags
Artist : Nas
Song : Doo rags
Uhh
[Nas]
Pushin drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's
had us all apes
Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants
Yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my
fade
Homicide and feds on the blocks where I played,
b-ball
That's when I wondered was I here for the cause,
or be-cause
Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto
Was told to stay strong and I could beat the
Devil
Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats
Watchin niggaz swing razors in the front row,
then out in the streets
The car show, 560's, chemical afros
Acuras pumpin Super Lover Cee and Casanova
Live chicks be, asses bustin out of they clothes
Wearin lip gloss, big door knockers pealin they
earlobes
So where them years go? Where the old gold beers
and cheers go?
But now them shorties here doe, so
[Chorus]
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and
furs
Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the
word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; one mo' time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and
furs
Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the
word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; right?
[Nas]
Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to
pull triggers
in army boots, yellin "Join the armed forces!"
We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger
fortunes
There's still a lot of naked crawlin in the
carpet offices
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they
torture us
They won't be servin the beast too long
The murderers wearin police uniforms, confederate
flags I burn
Beat Street breakers were dancin to the music I
chose
And Peachtree Atlantic crackheads was tootin they
nose
in frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama's
children
with fo'-fo's, and double-revolvers
We devil incarnates, headed for jail
Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin
us killed
Your paper money was the death of Christ
And all these shorties comin up just resurrect
your life
It's like a cycle
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Niggaz used to wear rags on they hair when it was
fried up
That's when we were lied to, buyin hair products
Back before my generation, when our blackness
started disintegratin
'til awareness started penetratin
The styles come from prison, they used potatoes
makin liquor
just to prove we some creative niggaz
Turnin nothin into somethin, is God work
And you get nothin without struggle and hard work
War is necessary to my niggaz in chains
From Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm wantin y'all to
know one thing
The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does
Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah it's wrong,
but God loves
Take one step toward him, he takes two toward you
Even when all else fail, God support you
I done it, got God sun on my stomach
My heart and my lungs was affected from Henny's
and gettin blunted
Do your body right and it loves you back
You only get one life, and yo because of that
I'm still blazin, goin out for the cause
Still rockin stockin caps, not for the waves,
obeyin no laws
And it's like that
[Chorus]
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