"The Don (Don Dada Remix)" lyrics

New York girls dem a mad ova we!
New York girls dem a mad ova we!
New York girls dem a mad ova we!
New York girls dem a mad ova we!
(La la-la-la-la-la-la, la la la la, la!)

Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
Inna New York City-City, New York City-City
New York City-City, New York City-City
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
Inna New York City-City, New York City-City (yeah!)
New York City-City, New York City-City (yeah!)

Smoking the escubano, guzzle my second bottle
Hope I don't catch a homo', grossing our net
Simultaneously making the crime higher
Heinous crimes behind me, search but can't find me
Fuck sadness, had this been you, having this lavish
Habitual happiness that mean you wouldn't look backwards
You would have sex on, condominium roof decks
So anyone moves next, I hit you with two tech's
Rocking Roberto Cavalli – seriously!
Ho's in the club, I'm on stage rocking Roberto Cavalli
Every tat mean something that's my word on my body
I have to lean something with that Mossberg shotty
My niggas is ig'nant, put led in your pigment
Just 'cause y'all was mad of all the years I was getting it
In 9-7 the six, 9-8 the Bentley
And now it's the ghost Phantom, and y'all can't stand him but

Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
Inna New York City-City, New York City-City
New York City-City, New York City-City (yeah!)

Army jacket swag army jacket green and black
With the square top pocket that snaps, where the gas at
Pass that not you, you hold cracks in your ass crack
I never did that, my socks where my stash was at
Yo! I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack (Yes!)
I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that
Cutting school where 'Preme Team and Fat Cat was at
Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat
Now I'm the one who's repping Queens way beyond your wildest dreams
Bottles on bottles with sparklers, surround my team
That long cash get the baddest bitches out their jeans
Twenty years in this game looking seventeen
I don't lean, no codeine, promethazine
I just blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king
Although he's on to another chapter
Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to
Rah!

Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
Inna New York City-City, New York City-City
New York City-City, New York City-City
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
Inna New York City-City, New York City-City
New York City-City, New York City-City (yeah!) (yeah!)

New York is like a island, a big Rikers Island
The cops be out wildin', all I hear is sirens
It's all about surviving, same old two step
Try to stay alive when, they be out robbing
I been out rhyming, since born knowledge
Like Prophet Muhammed said the ink from a scholar
Worth more than a blood of a martyr, so I'ma
Keep it on 'til I see a billion dollars
Keep your friends close and your, enemies closer
Love model chocha, mami pop it like she 'posed to
Eyes red shot, like I'm never sober
Big time smoker, Indonesia dozer
Mini me's you can hold up, before you end up wet up from my soldier
Don shit, under fire I remain on some calm shit
This for every ghetto in the hood
Nas the don Super Cat the Don Dada (understood!)

Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
Inna New York City-City, New York City-City
Inna New York City-City, New York City-City

It's di heartbeat of di people, di ghetto people
And when I say ghetto people di people who cannot afford to go to di big concert
Some of these people do not even have TV, so they can't afford cable
Some of dem can't afford a radio, so di only ting they can listen to is di music
People from di ghetto, people from di projects, street people
Heartical ghetto yutes who know what it is to sing about suffering and reality