ฟังเพลงCar #85 (feat. Charlie Wilson) (Explicit)

Song: Car #85

Artist: Nas, Charlie Wilson

Lyrics: Charlie Wilson & Nas

Composed: Hit-Boy

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)

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 nigga with me laughin' (Yeah)

He clutchin' his gold Lazarus, made it home and he baggin' up (What up?)

I'm just a lil' nigga smokin' weed (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 niggas outside her buildin', that's what I go through (Damn)

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)

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)

We gon' ride

Put that tape on I like

You know that tape I like, turn that shit 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 shit (Ooh-wee, ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah)

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' shit (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)

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)