โหลดเพลง mp3 Na Na Nana Na Na (Explicit Album Version) - Jim Jones

As we proceed
What have we here (take that take that)
It's zore nine muthaf**ka (one thing to do)
We get money muthaf**ka (yo)
I pulled off like na na na na na na
They would of tried some bullshit but a ni**a had the blamer
They wanna ball but they ain't got no stamina(they need it)
They said damn man you looking like Pac
I said nah not alive man I'm lookin like Jones(cappo)
Besides I put money on your skull and bones
And keep it low watch what you say up on those f**kin phones
Sssh be quiet
Touchdown
And getcha a** hung the f**k up just like a bunch of clothes
Hey ma we stretch work like you touch your toes
And in the middle of July we got that summer snow
I got em snowboarding in August
And I love a pretty b**ch but the porsche look gorgeous(you see it)
Harlem is one big ski slalom
I guess the hill is like the Swiss Alps we bring them whips out
We gettin money like nananananana
Waiting at the flash throwin money at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops screamin nananananana
We gettin money like nananananana
Looking at my a** know you wish he had a camera
We gettin money like nananananana
Droptop at the light screamin life is good
If there's money on my head I hope they got a reciept
Cool your old a** off because it's hot on these streets (be easy)
I got dogs and they not on a leash
So you hope you understand
Do you copy capesh (comprende)
At this point I don't think they could take it
Sharks in the water they wont make it to safety(he drown)
And even though that we been gettin cake
Now the money taste sweet like pastry they hate me(back at you)
Now tell me how I look
Would you rather live life like me or by the book(you get it)
Sheesh we are what we are
Make the wrong move will put your faggot a** in the ER
He's not gonna make it clear
Flatline
If it's red apples fallin hit me on the bat line(Jones)
I'm back for mine some more black flying
The flyest ni**a you know that got a knack for crime
Nana
We getting money like nananananana
Waiting at the flash throwing money at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops screamin nananananana
We gettin money like nananananana
Looking at my a** know you wish he had a camera
We gettin money like nananananana
Droptop at the light screamin life is good
And what you do ni**a
I cop cars out the future
Pocket so fat like Raspusha
I think I'm gettin used to
Lifestyle rich and conspicuous
The feds takin flicks of us (say cheese)
They all know I put on for Harlem
Tell rich broadway I took it up another level(god bless them)
I took eighty blew it on a beezle
Bought the new Fiskar flew it through the ghetto(fifteenth st)
The definition of opulence
The jewels drippin we droppin on top and poppin sh*t(splash)
Who would think that this kid from the projects
Get his neck so cold you would think he's lethargic(I'm froze up)
The wrist look like hypothermia set in(what)
Pick a club night that the burner don't get in(I can't recall that)
We pop champagne until the club let out(and)
I drink and I f**k and then I piss a ni**a rent out
We getting money like nananananana
Waiting at the flash throwin money at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops screamin nananananana
We getting money like nananananana
Looking at my a** know you wish he had a camera
We gettin money like nananananana
Droptop at the light screamin life is good
Uhhhh
You know the rules ni**a
Fly high or get flew over
Roll with us or get rolled over
Ain't nuthin change
Just the decimal point muthaf**ka
You get the point
Money money money
Don't make dollars don't make sense
F**k you ni**a
Suck a dick too
Jones jones jones