Nas ft. Pharell - The Flyest (instrumental)

Confessions

Word word word word

[Nas]
I come through in a new double R listening to Smiling Faces
Check out my jewelry piled in your faces
Italian Air Forces leather laces with the basket weave
Iron in your face so fast from the draft you'll sneeze
It's the nastiest, flashiest, turn girls to Mashochists
Cause I be giving them pain, it's a cold world I laugh as if
Bernie Mac was snappin' on you
But I ain't a joke; you think I'm here to entertain you
Fallen angel after them halos
Nobody moves until I say so, take the money out the safe slow
Escape route and I'm out, I cake out like Entenmann's
and Briars, the flyest

[Chorus]
You got to be the flyest
I know your ass is mean, like them strapped on
jeans, but you can work it like that
You got to be the flyest
You just take my pumps while standing in your pumps
cause you can work it like that
You got to be the flyest
You just breathe and stare while I'm pulling your hair
cause you can work it like that
You got to be the flyest
You can be Nas's angel, let the la just train you but
you work it like that

[Nas]
Uh, Philly rap on hydro, puffing on the la slow
Your cd need me keep it kickin' like Del Greco
Pull up at the Delano South Beach yall know
For King Solomon jewelery security in the Tahoe
Spandex for money, I stay on the tight
G-packs and weed stacks stay on the flight
Elbow out the left window, K is on the right
Canary on her ears, you know she playing them right
Hilton style, Billionaire Boys Club
Bravehearts, ya'll don't want no war with us
Dump a semi out a Maybach, I made girls bust
When I hit them full thrust, full throttle

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Big living, what it tastes like, papes right, used to hate life
To move an eighth, every night was my passion
Pipe bombs safes and stashes, Aston's, Rolls Royces
Cold oysters in lemon sauce, women shaped like horses
I got them peeling out their clothes, really about this dough
Problem, hear me I just go for my steel pistol poppin'
Inside my minds, just a mystery school
Brainwash them, then fix them with my tool
Mami hit me with some moves
I'm addicted to spinning, dipping in women in different waters
Watching for dudes with tape recorders on them cause they informants
I vacate where its warmest
Girls harass me and gas me and say I'm enormous

[Chorus]

Move your waist girl.. Yeah yeah (x2)
You got to be Nas's Angel
You can be Charlie's Angel
You can be Nas's Angel