NWA in This NWO(prod.by Ashton Woods)

from He Who Ascends by Semi Six

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lyrics

NWA in This NWO
Hustle and flow
Lift til the muscle is swole
Knuckles and bone
Pockets got a stomach and rolls
Abundance of dough
Tucked in my humble abode
To private planes all our luggage is rolled
Im clutchin’ a rose
Presumptuous pose
Gluttonous quotes
Cuban links encrusted in gold
Touchin' it is punishable
A musket explode
Or you get punched in the nose
Uh
All my n***** is business owners
Rich personas sip Coronas what I spit is polar
Chicken holder
My shoes got the skin of cobra
Hit the homer
The illest spitters in the culture
Nasir and Hova
You sour like a lemon soda
Tinted Rovers
Tip the chauffeurs
This composure
My cup spilleth over a gift from Jehova
Jireh
Fly like the food of a spider
The suit is designer
Watanbe Junya attire
Cute and admired
Truth to a liar
Resurrect from what Judas conspired
The loot is acquired from music and buyers
Grind til the loot is acquired
Restless nights
Fresh dripped in guess and Nike’s
As Blessed as Christ
It’s time to shine like Pateks with ice
The Lexus white
God body Flex the might
On the prize where we set the sights

Uh

NWA IN THIS NWO
HUSTLE AND FLOW
LIFT TIL THE MUSCLE IS SWOLE
HE WHO ASCENDS BUSSIN’ THE Flow
YOU IN THE Front OF THE ROW
YOU RUN THE BLOCK MAN WE RUNNIN' THE GLOBE

Uh
I ain’t one of these colorful dread heads takin' pills
I sat on the balcony blew and eighth chilled
Prayers was said before we ate the meal
Paid for the bill in hundred dollar bills
Fly women in heels peeped the skills
Now they head over hills
A lotta Gold spokes inside the wheels
Gold ropes and diamond grills
Address me as el jefe
My jacket Pelle Pelle
The shades Gianfranco Ferre
I’m coppin' condos in L.A or south beach
I’m talkin' Casa Casaurina I be locked inside the speaker
On the constant
I’m droppin' heaters
Me and my boo is like the new Solomon and Sheba
N***** is Judas I won’t turn the other cheek bruh
Peep the finger
I’m married to the game I’m no fornicator
My tree green and orange just like a Florida Gator Imma force of nature like Schwartzenager for foreign paper
I be tourin' Asia courtin’ geishas
All of this came from prayin’ towards the savior
We out in Bali by the pool I’m smooth as Marcos Valle with the groove My suit color mahogany and blue
Like Quincy Jones I gotta be the dude
The perfect style like Thirstin Howl rockin’ horses on rugbys with stripes
The lovliest nights
Money and dice
Bubbly and ice
It must be the life
Because my past is ugly and trife
It’s beautiful now
Under the stars views of the Nile
The moon in the clouds
Im on stage movin' the crowd
While you wack artist doin' what you gotta do to get down like ridin’ rapper dick
I ain’t playin' them games like Colin Kapernick
Back against the ropes but I’m throwin’ them Cassius Clay hands
Vintage Fendi frames on my face
No average Ray Bans
All I see is green like a game with Michigan State fans
My french fragrance enchant women to make some date plans
They black Nubian
Imma Mack as in Max Julien
Tappin’ fat African gluteus
Maximus
The gladiator whip the Caddy like a Cali player alligator jacket with the hat
Yea I had these tailored
Stylish
Stylistics on the vinyl spin
We carry 45's like dollar bins
Oils squeezed from olives dropped inside my skin
Presidential Rollie’s
Treat us like Michelle and barrack Obama then