Car #85

Car #85 (Explicit) - Nas/Charlie Wilson

Lyrics by：Nasir Jones/Charlie Wilson

Composed by：Nasir Jones/Charlie Wilson

Charlie Wilson/Nas：

Ah ah ah ah ah la da-da da

Big Queens NYC

Ah ah ah ah ah la da-da da

Ah ah ah ah ah

Uh

La oh oh ooh

Ooh-ooh

Yeah

Oh ooh-ooh

Hit Boy

Nas/Charlie Wilson：

They called me Babyface in eighty-eight

On 40th and Broadway they made me stay and wait

Cab service car eighty-five

Ten minutes they back in the car

Not safe to drive narcos are lookin'

Woop woop woop

No secret compartments in the ride so keep pushin'

We get stopped hide it between the seat cushion

Either that or just tuck it inside your boot

Don't throw it out the window yet son that's all our loot

Not yet

See

They turned they wasn't after us my n***a with me laughin'

Yeah

He clutchin' his gold Lazarus made it home and he baggin' up

What up

I'm just a lil' n***a smokin' w**d

Fried

I'm just tryna figure out who to be

Nas

Horse and Dula touchin' paper

Uh-huh

Plus Spud and Wallet Head a lot of bread

And I was talkin' to Tia

I went to her block I was just happy to see her

And low was how she did me

Ooh

She moved from Queens to Co-Op City

Ooh-wee

She said Visit me that's if you really miss me

I did

Show proof

Ten n***as outside her buildin' that's what I go through

D**n

1989 my baby mind was advancin'

Yeah

Nike Air Trainer 3's two fingers on her hand son

Ooh

I'm losin' her slowly

Uh

Plus my other girl is startin' to move on the homie

Hop in eighty-five roll with me

Oh-oh

Nas Charlie Wilson：

When I used to slide

I used to call car eighty-five

Don't want no other driver on the job

Nah

Only car eighty-five

Yo take me uptown to that smoke shop I like

Ooh

Car eighty-five

All blacked out tint

Running for my life

Everywhere we went we took car eighty-five

Yeah yeah

Nas/Charlie Wilson：

We gon' ride

Put that tape on I like

You know that tape I like turn that s**t up

Oh yeah

We gon' smoke and ride

Ooh-ooh

Go to Times Square we take it from there

Just ride

Ridin' with car eighty-five

It's Friday

It woulda been a good night to pick up shorty

But she on some other s**t

Ooh-wee ooh-ooh-ooh yeah

Nas/Charlie Wilson：

In my peripheral view

Nothin' trivial 'bout me just witness the truth I'm certified

That's been verified

My mere presence got other guys terrified

Woah ooh

Slap oxygen out your esophagus

Ooh-ooh

I survived with stick up kids was droppin' s**t

Ooh-ooh

The rotten apple's the tabernacle

That's NY White Castles at midnight

Fish sandwiches forty ounces and fistfights

Oh ooh-wee

They even used car eighty-five to pull robberies

Use 'em as a getaway car and paid him properly

Next year the whole town strung out

Swept the block where they hung out

Look how far we've come now

Amen

Grab the duffel and run out

Seven fiends in one house hustle sun up to sundown

What up

Summertime in NY

In the back seat of car eighty-five

Oh-oh oh

Nas/Charlie Wilson：

The whole hood was tryna call car eighty-five

Any car like that any number that had that system

Or that cool ride

Yeah

You know that'd make your whole day

Just bein' able to get up and go

To this day I just like to ride

Lot of thoughts come to mind

Ooh-wee oh oh ooh