Nas - Doo Rags lyrics

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Pushin drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80´s had us all apes
Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants
Yea X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade
Homicide & feds on the blocks where I played, b-ball
That is when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto
Was told to stay strong & I could beat the Devil
Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats
Watchin niggaz swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets
The car show, 560´s, chemical afros
Acuras pumpin Super Lover Cee & Casanova
Live chicks be, asses bustin out of they clothes
Wearin lip gloss, big door knockers pealin they earlobes
So where them yeahrs go? Where the old gold beers & cheers go?
But now them shorties here doe, so

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels & furs
Riker´s Island bustin, still packed, what´s the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I am, still enjoyin life is ride; one mo´ time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels & furs
Riker´s Island bustin, still packed, what´s the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I am, still enjoyin life is ride; right?

Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers
in army boots, yellin "Join the armed forces!"
We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes
Theres still a lot of naked crawlin in the carpet offices
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us
They won´t be servin the beast too long
The murderers wearin police uniforms, confederate flags I burn
Beat Street breakers were dancin to the music I chose
And Peachtree Atlantic crackheads was tootin they nose
in frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama´s children
with fo´-fo´s, & double-revolvers
We devil incarnates, headed for jail
Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin us killed
Your paper money was the death of Christ
And all these shorties comin up just resurrect your life
It is like a cycle

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels & furs
Riker´s Island bustin, still packed, what´s the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I am, still enjoyin life is ride; one mo´ time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels & furs
Riker´s Island bustin, still packed, what´s the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I am, still enjoyin life is ride; right?

Niggaz used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up
That is when we were lied to, buyin hair products
Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin
´til awareness started penetratin
The styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin liquor
just to prove we some creative niggaz
Turnin nothin into somethin, is God work
And you get nothin without struggle & hard work
War is necessary to my niggaz in chains
From Greene to Sing-Sing, I am wantin y´all to know one thing
The hardest thing´s to forgive, but God does
Even if you murdered or robbed, yea it is wrong, but God loves
Take one step toward him, he takes two toward you
Even when all else fail, God support you
I done it, got God sun on my stomach
My heart & my lungs was affected from Henny´s & gettin blunted
Do your body right & it loves you back
You only get one life, & yo because of that
I am still blazin, goin out for the cause
Still rockin stockin caps, not for the waves, obeyin no laws
And it is like that

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels & furs
Riker´s Island bustin, still packed, what´s the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I am, still enjoyin life is ride; one mo´ time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels & furs
Riker´s Island bustin, still packed, what´s the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I am, still enjoyin life is ride; right?

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