Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Car #85, artist - Nas. Album song King's Disease, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mass Appeal
Song language: English
Car #85 |
| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, la, da-da, da ( |
| Big Queens, NYC |
| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, la, da-da, da |
| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ( |
| Uh |
| ), la, oh, oh, ooh |
| Ooh-ooh ( |
| Yeah |
| ), oh, ooh-ooh ( |
| Hit-Boy |
| [Verse 1: Nas & |
| Charlie Wilson |
| They called me «Babyface» in eighty-eight |
| On 40th and Broadway they made me stay and wait |
| Cab service, car eighty-five |
| Ten minutes, they back in the car |
| Not safe to drive, narcos are lookin' (Woop, woop, woop) |
| No secret compartments in the ride, so keep pushin' |
| We get stopped, hide it between the seat cushion |
| Either that, or just tuck it inside your boot |
| Don’t throw it out the window yet, son, that’s all our loot (Not yet) |
| See? |
| They turned, they wasn’t after us, my nigga with me laughin' (Yeah) |
| He clutchin' his gold Lazarus, made it home and he baggin' up (What up?) |
| I’m just a lil' nigga smokin' weed (Fried) |
| I’m just tryna figure out who to be (Nas) |
| Horse and Dula touchin' paper (Uh-huh) |
| Plus, Spud and Wallet Head, a lot of bread |
| And I was talkin' to Tia |
| I went to her block, I was just happy to see her |
| And low was how she did me ( |
| Ooh |
| She moved from Queens to Co-Op City ( |
| Ooh-wee |
| She said, «Visit me, that’s if you really miss me» (I did), show proof |
| Ten niggas outside her buildin', that’s what I go through (Damn) |
| 1989, my baby mind was advancin' (Yeah) |
| Nike Air Trainer 3's, two fingers on her hand, son (Ooh) |
| I’m losin' her slowly (Uh) |
| Plus my other girl is startin' to move on the homie |
| Hop in eighty-five, roll with me ( |
| Oh-oh |
| [Chorus: Nas, |
| Charlie Wilson |
| Both |
| When I used to slide |
| I used to call |
| car eighty-five |
| Don’t want no other driver on the job (Nah) |
| Only |
| car eighty-five |
| Yo, take me uptown to that smoke shop I like ( |
| Ooh |
| Car eighty-five |
| All blacked out tint ( |
| Running for my life |
| Everywhere we went, we took car eighty-five ( |
| Yeah, yeah |
| [Interlude: Nas & |
| Charlie Wilson |
| We gon' ride |
| Put that tape on I like |
| You know that tape I like, turn that shit up ( |
| Oh, yeah |
| We gon' smoke and ride ( |
| Ooh-ooh |
| Go to Times Square, we take it from there |
| Just ride ( |
| Ridin' with car eighty-five |
| It’s Friday |
| It woulda been a good night to pick up shorty, but she on some other shit ( |
| Ooh-wee, ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah |
| [Verse 2: Nas & |
| Charlie Wilson |
| In my peripheral view |
| Nothin' trivial 'bout me, just witness the truth, I’m certified |
| That’s been verified |
| My mere presence got other guys terrified (Woah, ooh) |
| Slap oxygen out your esophagus (Ooh-ooh) |
| I survived with stick up kids, was droppin' shit ( |
| Ooh-ooh |
| The rotten apple’s the tabernacle |
| That’s NY, White Castles at midnight |
| Fish sandwiches, forty ounces and fistfights ( |
| Oh, ooh-wee |
| They even used car eighty-five to pull robberies |
| Use 'em as a getaway car and paid him properly |
| Next year the whole town strung out |
| Swept the block where they hung out |
| Look how far we’ve come now (Amen) |
| Grab the duffel and run out |
| Seven fiends in one house, hustle sun up to sundown |
| What up? |
| Summertime in NY |
| In the back seat of car eighty-five ( |
| Oh-oh, oh |
| [Outro: Nas & |
| Charlie Wilson |
| The whole hood was tryna call car eighty-five |
| Any car like that, any number that had that system |
| Or that cool ride ( |
| Yeah |
| You know that’d make your whole day |
| Just bein' able to get up and go |
| To this day, I just like to ride |
| Lot of thoughts come to mind ( |
| Ooh-wee, oh, oh, ooh |