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Nas - Nas' Angels... The Flyest lyrics

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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 masochists
'Cause I be giving 'em 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 move 'til I say so, take the money out the safe slow
Escape route and I'm out, I cake out like Entenmann's and Breyers
The flyest

Pharrell:
(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 could be Nas's angel, let the largest train you
But you work it like that

Nas:
Uh uh, Philly rap a hydro, puffing on a line slow
Your CD need me keep it kickin' like Del Greco
Pull up at the Delano South Beach I know
For King Solomon jewelry 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 out her ears, you know she playin' 'em right
Hilton style, Billionaire Boys Club
Braveheart, y'all don't want no war with us
Dump a semi out a Maybach, I made girls bust
When I hit 'em full thrust, full throttle

Pharrell:
(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 could be Nas's angel, let the largest train you
But you work it like that

Nas:
Big living, what it taste like, papes right, used to hate life
To move a eight, every night was my passion
Pipe bombs, safes and stashes, Astons, Rolls Royces
Cold oysters in lemon sauce, women shaped like horses
I got 'em peeling out their clothes, really 'bout this dough problem
Hear me out, just goin' for my steel pistol poppin'
Inside my mind's just a mystery school
Brainwash 'em, then fix 'em with my tool
Mami hit me with some moves
I'm addicted to spinnin', dippin' and swimmin' in different waters
Watching for dudes with tape recorders on 'em 'cause they informers
I vacate where it's warmest
Girls harass me and gas me and say I'm enormous

Pharrell:
(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 could be Nas's angel, let the largest train you
But you work it like that

Nas:
Move your waist girl, yeah yeah
Move your waist girl
You could be Nas's angel
You could be Charlie's angel
You could be Nas's angel