Doo Rags

Uhh<br><br>[Nas]<br>Pushin drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80`s had us all apes<br>Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate<br>That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants<br>Yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade<br>Homicide and feds on the blocks where I played, b-ball<br>That`s when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause<br>Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto<br>Was told to stay strong and I could beat the Devil<br>Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats<br>Watchin niggaz swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets<br>The car show, 560`s, chemical afros<br>Acuras pumpin Super Lover Cee and Casanova<br>Live chicks be, asses bustin out of they clothes<br>Wearin lip gloss, big door knockers pealin they earlobes<br>So where them years go? Where the old gold beers and cheers go?<br>But now them shorties here doe, so<br><br>[Chorus]<br>The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs<br>Riker`s Island busses still packed, what`s the word?<br>The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb<br>And I`m, still enjoyin life`s ride; one mo` time<br>The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs<br>Riker`s Island busses still packed, what`s the word?<br>The drinkers still drinkin, or puffin they herb<br>And I`m, still enjoyin life`s ride; right?<br><br>[Nas]<br>Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers<br>in army boots, yellin "Join the armed forces!"<br>We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons<br>Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes<br>There`s still a lot of naked crawlin in the corporate offices<br>War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us<br>They won`t be servin the beast too long<br>The murderers wearin police uniforms, confederate flags I burn<br>Beat Street breakers were dancin to the music I chose<br>And Peachtree Atlantic crackheads was tootin they nose<br>in frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama`s children<br>with fo`-fo`s, and double-revolvers<br>We devil incarnates, headed for jail<br>Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin us killed<br>Your paper money was the death of Christ<br>And all these shorties comin up just resurrect your life<br>It`s like a cycle<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Nas]<br>Niggaz used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up<br>That`s when we were lied to, buyin hair products<br>Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin<br>`til awareness started penetratin<br>The styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin liquor<br>just to prove we some creative niggaz<br>Turnin nothin into somethin, is God work<br>And you get nothin without struggle and hard work<br>War is necessary to my niggaz in chains<br>From Greene to Sing-Sing, I`m wantin y`all to know one thing<br>The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does<br>Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah it`s wrong, but God loves<br>Take one step toward him, he takes two toward you<br>Even when all else fail, God support you<br>I done it, got God sun on my stomach<br>My heart and my lungs was affected from Henny`s and gettin blunted<br>Do your body right and it loves you back<br>You only get one life, and yo because of that<br>I`m still blazin, goin out for the cause<br>Still rockin stockin caps, not for the waves, obeyin no laws<br>And it`s like that<br><br>[Chorus]