Nas - The Don (Don Dada Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Sample from Super Cat's "Dance Inna New York" (Nas)] New york girls dem a mad ova we!!! New york girls dem a mad ova we!!! New york girls dem a mad ova we!!! New york girls dem a mad ova we!!! (La la-la-la-la-la-la, la la la la, LA!) [Chorus: Sample from Super Cat (Nas)] Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas Inna New York City-City, New York City-City New York City-City, New York City-City Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas Inna New York City-City, New York City-City (YEAH!) New York City-City, New York City-City (YEAH!) [Verse 1: Nas] Smokin the escubano, guzzle my second bottle Hope I don't catch a h*mo', grossing our net Simultaneously makin the crime higher Heinous crimes behind me, search but can't find me f** sadness, had this been you, havin this lavish Habitual happiness that mean you wouldn't look backwards You would have s** on, condominium roof decks So anyone moves next, I hit you with two tech's Rockin Roberto Cavalli - seriously! He's in the club, I'm on stage ROCKIN Roberto Cavalli Every tat mean somethin that's my word on my body I have to lean somethin with that Mossberg shotty My n***as is ig'nant, put led in your pigment Just 'cause y'all was mad of all the years I was gettin it In 9-7 the six, 9-8 the Bentley And now it's the ghost Phantom, and y'all can't stand him but... [Chorus: Sample from Super Cat (Nas)] Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas Inna New York City-City, New York City-City New York City-City, New York City-City (YEAH!) [Verse 2: Nas] Army jacket swag army jacket green and black With the square top pocket that snaps, where the gas at Pa** that not you, you hold cracks in your a**crack I never did that, my socks where my stash was at Yo! I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack (Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaa**s!!) I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that Cuttin school where 'Preme Team and Fat Cat was at Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat Now I'm the one who's reppin Queens way beyond your wildest dreams Bottles on bottles with sparklers, surround my team That long cash get the baddest b**hes out their jeans Twenty years in this game lookin seventeen I don't lean, no codeine, promethazine I just blow green, pick which b**h to bless the king Although he's on to another chapter Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to RRRRRAHHHHH!!! [Chorus: Sample from Super Cat (Nas)] Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas Inna New York City-City, New York City-City New York City-City, New York City-City Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas Inna New York City-City, New York City-City New York City-City, New York City-City (YEAH!) (YEAH!) [Verse 3: Nas] New York is like a island, a big Rikers Island The cops be out wildin, all I hear is sirens It's all about survivin, same old two step Try to stay alive when, they be out robbin I been out rhymin, since born knowledge Like Prophet Muhammed said the ink from a scholar Worth more than a blood of a martyr, so I'ma Keep it on 'til I see a bilion dollars Keep your friends close and your, enemies closer Love model chocha, mami pop it like she 'posed to Eyes red shot, like I'm never sober Big time smoker, Indonesia dozer Mini me's you can hold up, before you end up wet up from my soldier Don sh**, under fire I remain on some calm sh** This for every ghetto in the hood Nas the don Super Cat the Don Dada, (UNDERSTOOD!) [Chorus: Sample from Super Cat (Nas)] Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas Inna New York City-City, New York City-City Inna New York City-City, New York City-City [Outro: Excerpt from an interview with Super Cat] It's di heartbeat of di people, di ghetto people And when I say ghetto people di people who cannot afford to go to di big concert Some of these people do not even have TV, so they can't afford cable Some of dem can't afford a radio, so di only ting they can listen to is di music People from di ghetto, people from di projects, street people Heartical ghetto yutes who know what it is to sing about sufferin and reality...