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Me & Nas Bring It To Your Hardest
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INTERPRÉTATION
Slick Rick
Slick Rick
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Quran Goodman
Quran Goodman
Composition
Jean Claude Olivier
Jean Claude Olivier
Composition
Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes
Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes
Composition
Ricky M.L. Walters
Ricky M.L. Walters
Composition
Niqua Jones
Niqua Jones
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Quran Goodman
Quran Goodman
Production
Jean Claude Olivier
Jean Claude Olivier
Production
Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes
Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes
Production

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Wrong yeah, wife Yeah Slick rick, big Nas yo Nas, Slick Rick Shoot at all Finally, a change from these fake rap artists Me and Nas bring it to your hardest Finally, real — that are billboard charters Me and Nas bring it to your hardest Skills provide the shows, also fright the foes And when I step into a room, pimps hide they hoes Is that really him? Yes, that's his highness And for the last time stop lookin' at his fine ass (You know!) homosexuals, smirk, converse and say That nigga box is workin' girlfriend You wanna talk about a fat phrase carrier To billionaire white chick jump the race barrier? You know a nice girl, but I didn't want a bit of her Sayin', I like your slang what's with the wife, get rid of her Son, Sony talkin' Japanese With mice like, whatup Rick? You can have my cheese kid I am such a heavy hitter Even chandelier jealous off the patch ice glitter (bling!) Rappers walkin' round, strappin' fearsome, here son And remember your rap career's done Finally, a change from these fake rap artists Me and Nas bring it to your hardest Finally, real — that are billboard charters Me and Nas bring it to your hardest Finally, we'll separate the men from the heartless Me and Nas bring it to your hardest Finally, a tag team from the top all-starters Me and Nas bring it to your hardest Runnin' spots, pants leg tucked in my socks Puff and lay a spread, order drinks, henny on the rocks Wintertime sport a fox, maybe a sable Three-quarter length mink sound right for this occasion Heard me john blazin', see me in gangster flicks Life is so amazin', hate to be paperless Bill gate in this, it must be god, I'm not an atheist Wanted like kingpins by ATF Your girl want my name on her chest Me and rick argue about whose chain is the best Gucci boxers, my diet changed from sushi to pastas Wear my hat like the late Sinatra's Models pop the coochie when they spot us Finally, rappers you could be proud of From the Bronx to Queens bridge houses what? If you feel me then holla Thug —, who bail be worth a million dollars, what Finally, a change from these fake rap artists Me and Nas bring it to your hardest Finally, real — that are billboard charters Me and Nas bring it to your hardest Finally, we'll separate the men from the heartless Me and Nas bring it to your hardest Finally, a tag team from the top all-starters Me and Nas bring it to your hardest Track masters, Def Jam Yeah, tell what the deal Slick rick, big Nas yo
Writer(s): Ricky M. L. Walters, Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel J. Barnes, Nasir Jones, Quran Goodman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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