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    "Nana" Lyrics

    Monifah feat. Chico DeBarge

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    Ay, can you say gangsta shit, gangsta shit
    Say gangsta shit, gangsta shit
    Can you say gangsta shit, gangsta shit?
    Say gangsta shit, I ain't sayin' no mo'

    We 'bout to step up and move on
    We 'bout to step up and move on, ya
    We 'bout to step up and move on, come on
    We 'bout to step up

    Now, I still be knockin' bitches like it ain't shit, it ain't shit
    'Cus I'm dynamic high program it and makin' hit
    Whetha I'm in Da Da jeans or crape silk slacks
    Flyest be the reason that my shit cracks

    'Cus when I'm on the beats
    I'm fuckin' all y'all up, all y'all up
    The I get up on the mic and scoop up all your mutts
    All ya mutts

    I make my [Incomprehensible]
    Bitches wanna shake y'all butts, shake y'all butts
    And you make you ballin', niggas wanna grab your Lux
    Hangin' and bangin' niggas that bring the heat for real
    And if you ain't gotta make a chip for my beats, no deal

    'Cus I negotiate everything with no fuss, fuss
    Spend 20 Gs on my record, it's gold plus
    Fucking every competitor on the stage up
    Then I come to your city to get laid up

    Give it everything I got, to stay paid up
    And if you feelin' a nigga then say what

    As we move toward the light
    With broads on our right, broads on our right
    And haters to the left we part the way, we part the way
    Put aside our prestige, prestige

    We're really M A D, lite up
    From the cage to the stage, we come to play
    AMG let um know

    With mo' bounce than a ball
    Me and Q see-saw
    Dick a slip, I clown hoes wit a, hee-hah
    Relax, the Rolls is real, cardiac tank, platinum and steel

    I was up in the club, now I'm up in the hill
    Had quarters, lucky that we put in a bill

    Cream de la cream, who you with baby girl, him?
    Up your ass in the rag jag come to the gym
    I ain't wit chu fo' love
    'Cus if it was'nt me, you probably be calling me a scrub

    But you like the marble tubs, and the marble flows
    You's a copper bitch, tryin' to be a platinum hoe

    Head to toes and don't nobody wear no [Incomprehensible]
    No mo', take that shit back
    Baby have a six pack
    I cant even say no mo', where my dick at?

    As we move toward the light
    With broads on our right, broads on our right
    And haters to the left we part the way, we part the way
    Put aside our prestige, prestige

    We're really M A D, we lite up
    From the cage to the stage we come to play, we come to play

    Ay, We been doin' this shit since we was little boys
    So don't even trip us, nigga, do your own shit

    Gettin' down for the crown ain't a puzzle for me
    And you bitch niggas can't put a muzzle on me
    'Cus when I'm gone on a rocket and a grape juice
    I make the world rock when I let a tape loose

    They say ghetto niggas is desperate and we shiztee
    But I turn down every celebrity bitch I see
    Shopping game with my nigga Mr. AMG
    And pop a games in a coochie if it's F A T, fo' sho'

    Treys, zeros, cuatro, I got you, lady friends
    With new Mercedes men, what? All 5 double O's
    Watch these pretty toe, hoes get liquefied, nut up
    Mystified, shut up, dick get slide, if I memorize, hey

    I'ma play you foeva, wood and the leatha
    Me and DJ Q, me and AMG and the rest of the crew
    And its plain to see, we make Gs like guarantee
    We make Gs like guarantee, bitch

    As we move toward the light
    With broads on our right, with broads on our right
    And haters to the left we part the way, we part the way
    Put aside our prestige, oh yeah, we're really M A D, we lite up
    From the cage to the stage, Quik and AMG, we come to play
    We come to play and play well

    We come to play
    How you gon' play with out us, baby?
    We do our thing, 10 years in the game
    And ain't nothing change, Q, tell them how we fell
    This song was submitted on January 25th, 2012 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Monifah Carter, Ron Henson, Teddy Riley.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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