Nas Fetus (Belly Button Window) 가사검색 :: 가사집

Fetus (Belly Button Window) `Nas`

Yeah I want all my niggas to come journey with me My name is Nas, and the year is 1973 Beginning of me, therefore I could see Through my belly button window who I am...

Fetus `Nas`

Yeah I want all my niggas to come journey with me My name is Nas and the year is 1973 Beginning of me therefore I could see Through my belly button window who I am I existed in a womb just like

BELLY BUTTON WINDOW `Jimi Hendrix`

BELLY BUTTON WINDOW Well, I'm up here in this womb I'm looking all around (hmm, hmm, hmm) Well, I'm looking out my Belly Button Window And I see a whole lot of frowns And I'm wondering if they

Belly Button `Kiwi`

air Between peace and war, wasted too much time again How many guys have you murdered by your hands You said you’re innocent oh I bet you are Can’t get enough, I need someone to tell about your sweet belly

My Big Belly Button `코코비`

“What’s that on your belly?” “This is a belly button” “Belly button? What’s that?” “A belly button is…” My big belly button My big belly button My round belly button What is a belly button?

Project Window `Nas`

to hit the street again, get it on, get this paper and breathe again Plan to leave somethin' behind so your name'll live on, no matter what the game lives on (Chorus) Lookin' out of my project window

The Touch Gymnastics `트니트니(Tuni Tuni)`

Poke your belly button (Belly! Belly button!) Then wiggle your hips like thi~s (Hips!) Touch your hea~d (Head! Head, head!) Touch your shou~lders (Shoulders! Shoulders, shoulders!)

Project Windows (Feat. Ronald Isley) `Nas`

thought To hit the street again, get it on, get this paper and breathe again Plan to leave somethin' behind So your name'll live on, no matter what the game lives on [Chorus] Lookin' out of my project window

Full Moon, Empty Heart `Belly`

Don't look at me Looking back at you, Out the window backwards, Out the window backwards. Sleep. See this child twice stolen from me, Out the window backwards, Out the window backwards.

Super-Connected (Edit.) `Belly`

On your third broken window Your hair full of glass Throw your clothes in the hallway again Just a sheet on your back So you're super connected now All the freaks gather 'round And the crowd in your bedroom

The G.O.D. `Nas`

N-Y-C That's me [x4] [Hook] Is it because I got the city on smash now Oh woe woe Or is it because your time's up and it's a wrap now Hey hey hey hey [Verse 1] In the papers you read that Nas

Got Ur Self A... `Nas`

[Intro] Woke up this mornin', (yeah) You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah) Got yo'self a gun [Nas] Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines So...

Got Yourself A Gun `nas`

the World is still mine, tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap you saw me in Belly with thoughts like that to take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie Me and 2Pac were

Got Urself A Gun `nas`

the World is still mine, tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap you saw me in Belly with thoughts like that to take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie Me and 2Pac were

Got Ur Self A… (from 'Stillmatic') `Nas`

the World is still mine, tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap you saw me in Belly with thoughts like that to take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie Me and 2Pac were

Got Ur Self A... (Clean) `Nas`

[Intro] Woke up this mornin', (yeah) You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah) Got yo'self a gun [Nas] Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines So...

Psychiatric Exploration Of The Fetus With Needles `The Flaming Lips`

Cat killing dogs, pigs eating rats every mouth will eat you up the king bug laughs Belly of the heart Belly full of bats the chromosomes seem not to want the fetus... they beat you up they make you leave

The Outcome `Nas`

the books he'd read She wrote her poems inside the mud Sacrificed her cervix to fix the future Named their boys and spit truth inside his mouth Read warm prophet, writing twisted scriptures inside her belly

Ether `Nas`

[gunshots] [Nas talking] ("Fuck Jay-Z") What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog You, what?

What This All Really Means (Explicit Ver.) `Nas`

either in and out, you rollin' or you just in the way What this all really means, I had to reload the Drac' Eighty years old, I'm still gon' have a chain, a kilo it weigh Speedos on the beach, my belly

Nas Is Coming `Nas`

up and lit a dutch knowing how these niggas tattle sneak move get the drop, one shot without the gun battle so when you run the lead travel I come through it's taboo 96 ways to clap chorus: NAS

Sweet `Trace Adkins`

find you one that's sweet Well, Mama I finally found one that I'd like you to meet She's sweet like a Cadillac Sweet like a stack of cold hard cash Sweet like the diamond bling Dangling down from her belly

War (Clean) (With Keon Bryce) `Nas`

tonic I know now that I'm feelin' right if it goes down 'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown And I know it's not my time to go now 'Cause God's got my back in this showdown So I know we'll be alright [Nas

Memory Lane `Nas`

fuck that shit word word Fuck that other shit youknowhat i'msayin We gon do a little somethin like this yaknahmsayin is they up on this Keep it on and on and on and on and Knowhati'msayin big nas

Memory Lane (Sittin` In Da Park) `Nas`

fuck that shit word word Fuck that other shit youknowhat i'msayin We gon do a little somethin like this yaknahmsayin is they up on this Keep it on and on and on and on and Knowhati'msayin big nas

Shootouts `Nas`

style in and out every reefa cloud Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy In a moputh that's starving Rock the same gear daily like a soldier in my squadron I heard she let jake investigate from her window

Where's The Love (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Cocaine 80s) `Nas`

At times I window watch at the Wynn hotel Lots of thinking happens in life will I win or fail Mind of a shooter CFO also Ethiopian food flown in it’s unlawful Money is attractive honey dress strapless

Snooze Button, Gruesome Features `Jam Baxter`

liner Skewered every organ glued loosely to his warped spine His self seared griddled skin seems seamless Never dazzled by their flashing LED Jesus But the grainy jets of pressure spewing from a squeezed fetus

Nas` Angels... The Flyest `Nas`

Del Reco Pull up at the Delano South Beach I know For King Solomon jury 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

Poppa Was A Player `Nas`

My papa played the street all day Mama was either home, at work, while we played inside the hall way She sacrifices all she got to feed us When she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the window