Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Na Na Na, artist - Inspectah Deck. Album song Chamber No. 9, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Urban Icon
Song language: English
Na Na Na |
| Franchise player, get your money right |
| Honeys looking right, what a lovely night |
| Any form of hate, you’re the funny type |
| 'Cause your boy don’t stop, Imma run the lights |
| In the pits, where the bulls and the wolves be |
| All type of shine, no jewelry |
| The fabulous life, ask, you’ll see |
| See I know it’s no love, you don’t fool me |
| Ahh, we get it lit like the night sky |
| Level up over Rebel? |
| Yeah, nice try! |
| I can run a bakery, how I slice pies |
| Shorty work her thighs, like a bike ride |
| Front to the back go wild like a riot |
| Right to the left, 2-step, don’t fight it |
| Drunk with the blunt head, pour it up, light it |
| (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) |
| Bottom to the top, got the whole spot wired |
| Side by side, you can buy it undivided |
| Party over here, yo, over there, they’re invited |
| (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) |
| Let me slow it down, get you up to speed |
| A heartfelt letter couldn’t touch me the |
| The body on the track work, one to three |
| Even told the judge don’t judge me |
| Greenlight special, anything could go |
| Your boy drop cold like winter snow |
| Ghetto Gigolo that Bigalow |
| She working like a pro she could get it though |
| I’m posted on site, no internet |
| Been a threat, you wasn’t living yet |
| You don’t want this smoke, it’s like a cigarette |
| Place your money on Deck, that’s the bigger bet |
| Front to the back go wild like a riot |
| Right to the left, 2-step, don’t fight it |
| Drunk with the blunt head, pour it up, light it |
| (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) |
| Bottom to the top, got the whole spot wired |
| Side by side, you can buy it undivided |
| Party over here, yo, over there, they’re invited |
| (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) |
| Parking lot, flippin' those guest lists |
| Whole set gettin' stupid off the deck shit |
| Smooth criminal lean, your boy flexin' |
| Fire marshal padlock the exits |
| Yeah, I got it all, call me one-stop |
| You lads stink rappers, you was once hot |
| Moving on the boss time I don’t punch clocks |
| I’ll be lit on the wreak like your drunk Pops |
| Your highness, and I ain’t even claim King |
| Full time on the grind while the dames clean |
| Big time with the shine while my name ring |
| You get it, poppin' bride, we do the same thing |
| Front to the back go wild like a riot |
| Right to the left, 2-step, don’t fight it |
| Drunk with the blunt head, pour it up, light it |
| (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) |
| Bottom to the top, got the whole spot wired |
| Side by side, you can buy it undivided |
| Party over here, yo, over there, they’re invited |
| (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) |