Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: NasНазвание : Bridging the gapДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop east coast rap new york Видео:
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see i come from mississippi i was young and runnin` wild ended up in new york city, where i had my first child i named the boy nasir, all the boys call him nas i told him as a youngster, he`ll be the greatest man alive let`s go!... hey-hey-hey-hey tipperary of these rap skits, styles i mastered many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it but i`m still number one, everyday real speak what i want, i don`t care what y`all feel `cause i`m my own master, my pop told me be your own boss keep integrity at every cost, and his home was natchez mississippi did it like miles and dizzy, now we gettin` busy bridging the gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap the history of music on this track born in the game, discovered my father`s music like prince searchin` through boxes of purple rain but my minneapolis was the bridge, home of the superkids some are well-known, some doin` bids i mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks if pops wouldn`t`ve pulled me back an said yo see i come from mississippi i was young and runnin` wild ended up in new york city, where i had my first child i named the boy nasir, all the boys call him nas i told him as a youngster, he`ll be the greatest man alive greatest man alive (yeah, turn it up!) gre-gre-gre-gre-greatest man alive! the blues came from gospel, gospel from blues slaves are harmonizin` them ah`s and ooh`s old school, new school, know school rules all these years i been voicin` my blues i`m a artist from the start, hip-hop guided my heart graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in spoffard, juvenile delinquent but pops gave me the right type`a tools to think with books to read, like x and stuff `cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia in art class i was a compulsive sketcher of teachers in my homeroom, i drew pix to mess them up `cause none`a them would like my style read more books than the curriculum profile said, "mr. jones please come get your child `cause he`s writin` mad poems and his verses are wild" i was born mississippi i was young and runnin` wild move to new york city, where i had my first child i named the boy nasir, all the boys call him nas i told him as a youngster, he`ll be the greatest man alive greatest man – the great-greatest man alive hey-hey-hey -- my poppa was not a rollin` stone he been around the world blowin` his horn, still he came home then he got grown, changed his name to olu come on, tell `em `bout the places you gone to i been to saudi arabia, mozambique madagascar, paris, greece the middle africa is where we lived better known as queenbridge nas, nas you don`t stop olu dara in the house, you don`t stop muddy waters` howling wolf you don`t stop from the blues to street hop you don`t stop tell `em pop see i come from mississippi (let `em know) i was young and runnin` wild (runnin` wild) ended up in new york city (yeah!) where i had my first child (that`s me) i named the boy nasir (yeah, daddy!) all the boys call him nas (luh ya, boy) i told him as a youngster he`ll be the greatest man alive (you the greatest, pop) greatest man alive (you the greatest, pop) gre-gre-gre-gre-greatest man alive! rest in peace ray charles | Похожие исполнители:
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