Nas – Doo Rags

Download another mp3 audio song by Nas and this amazing music is titled “Doo Rags”.

Actually this wonderful track is popped out of his Rap Which is released in 18 December 2001 With the name “Stillmatic”.

 

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Pushing 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

Watching niggas swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets

The car show, 560’s, chemical Afros

Acuras pumping Super Lover Cee and Casanova

Live chicks be, asses busting out of they clothes

Wearing lip gloss, big door knockers pealing they earlobes

So where them years go? Where the old gold beers and cheers go?

But now them shorties here doe, so

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs

Riker’s Island busting, still packed, what’s the word?

The drinkers stay drinking, or puffin they herb

And I’m, still enjoying life’s ride, one mo’ time

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs

Riker’s Island busting, still packed, what’s the word?

The drinkers stay drinking, or puffin they herb

And I’m, still enjoying life’s ride, right?

Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers

In army boots, yelling “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 crawling in the corporate offices

War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us

They won’t be serving the beast too long

The murderers wearing police uniforms, confederate flags I burn

Beat Street breakers were dancing 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 having us killed

Your paper money was the death of Christ

And all these shorties coming up just resurrect your life

It’s like a cycle

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs

Riker’s Island busting, still packed, what’s the word?

The drinkers stay drinking, or puffin they herb

And I’m, still enjoying life’s ride, one mo’ time

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs

Riker’s Island busting, still packed, what’s the word?

The drinkers stay drinking, or puffin they herb

And I’m, still enjoying life’s ride, right?

Niggas used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up

That’s when we were lied to, buying hair products

Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegrating

‘Til awareness started penetrating

The styles come from prison, they used potatoes making liquor

Just to prove we some creative niggas

Turning nothing into something, is God work

And you get nothing without struggle and hard work

War is necessary to my niggas in chains

From Greene to Sing-Sing, I’m wanting 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 getting blunted

Do your body right and it loves you back

You only get one life, and yo because of that

I’m still blazing, going out for the ’cause

Still rocking stocking caps, not for the waves, obeying no laws

And it’s like that

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs

Riker’s Island busting, still packed, what’s the word?

The drinkers stay drinking, or puffin they herb

And I’m, still enjoying life’s ride, one mo’ time

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs

Riker’s Island busting, still packed, what’s the word?

The drinkers stay drinking, or puffin they herb

And I’m, still enjoying life’s ride, right?

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