you through [Verse 1 - Nas] Two steps away from death, a vest and a holster I detest detectives arresting us over Weapons possession, they was checking the Rover Inspecting the tattoos
too I have a tattoo, I have a bank account I wanna be, I wanna be Cool like you, yeah yeah Cool like you, yeah yeah I want more credit cards, I want designer
friends 'cause it's girls' night Jenny drives a truck from Kansas state We're on time, she always late Can't let go of her lumberjack Got his name tattooed
when I had no dough I need a girl from the ghetto I need an all ghetto girl I need a bad motha with designer toes Tattoos and golds, straight up ghetto
wanna call their own Tattoos, piercings That's for Moms and Dads What you wanna do Is spend your allowance On devil horn implants Elephant Man head Designer
find my friends 'Cause it's girls' night Jenny drives a truck from Kansas State We're on time, she always late Can't let go of her lumberjack Got his name tattooed
promise us he'd be a good boy. Narrator: They never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer. Policeman: They never read that tattoo on his arm. Narrator
is jealous that's why they attack you They think you the best, that's why they wanna battle you At the moment of truth I let you design the tattoos You
Matt Vargas to regrip While I'm wrenchin' on my ride In that secret pad where we hide There's always lots of fun stuff to do Like relax and design a brand new tattoo
that thang make a pimp wanna hurt that thang stop frontin ma do dat dance make yo knees touch elbows do dat dere wat u got dere bend ova show that tattoo
Spoon fed from a dirty plate A diet designed only to agitate A veil of pride and gospel truth To cover the hidden fist that he used And I won't say a
rock the heaviest metal And I'm the center hip hop My M3 seat three, don't need commission (That's right) So either we rhyme or design the beat to flip
The only difference between tattooed and non-tattooed people is that tattooed people don't mind if you're not tattooed! Since my first time under
.C.B.G. We sippin Louie 1 3 Live from the West "How you doooin" It's YB (Chorus) Straight up out the Golden State Tattoos on my face Catch a nigga
?m in town shout out my n-gga ?Tez, thats my brother my round spending tomorrows money, I call it manana off the rack just aint my style, I call it designer
've been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces Ah hell I even fucked with different races A white dude his name was John He had a queen bee rules tattoo
't stop.... We ain't gon' never stop We need to make it clear let me pop my shit off We've been here for like ten years bitch don't pop off Tattoos