Lyrics Nas' Angels...The Flyest - Nas, Pharrell Williams

Nas' Angels...The Flyest

I come through in a new double R listening to smiling faces
Check out my jewelry piled in your faces
Italian air forces leather laces with the basket weave
Iron in your face so fast from the draft so sneeze
It’s the nastiest, flashiest, turn girls to masochist
Cause I be giving them pain, it’s a cold world, I laugh as if
Bernie Mac will be snappin' on you
But I ain’t a joke;
you think I’m here to entertain you
Fallen angel after them halos
Nobody moves until I say so, take the money out the safe slow
Escape route and I’m out, I cake out like Entenmann’s and Breyers
The flyest
You got to be the flyest
I know your ass is mean, like you be strappin them
Jeans, but you can work it like that
You got to be the flyest
You just take my pumps while standing in your pumps
Cause you can work it like that
You got to be the flyest
You just breathe and stare while I’m pulling your hair
Cause you can work it like that
You got to be the flyest
You can be Nas’s angel, let the largest train you but
You work it like that
Uh, Philly rap a hydro, puffing on a line slow
Your CD needs me, keep it kickin' like Del Greco
Pull up at the Delano South Beach I know
For King Solomon jury security in the Tahoe
Spandex for money, I stay on the tight
G-packs and weed stacks stay on the flight
Elbow out the left window, K’s on the right
Canary out her ears, you know she playing them right
Hilton style, Billionaire Boys club
Braveheart, y’all don’t want no war with us
Dump a semi out a Maybach, I made girls bust
When I hit them full thrust, full throttle
Big living, what it tastes like, tapes right, used to hate life
To move an eight, every night was my passion
Pipe bombs safe from stashes, Aston’s, Rolls Royces
Cold oysters and many sorts of women shake like horses
I got them peeling out their clothes, really about this dough
Problem, hear me out just scone from my pistol poppin'
It’s at my mind, just a mystery school
Brainwash them, then fix them with my tools
Mami hit me with some moves
I’m addicted to spinning, dipping these women in different waters
Watching for dudes with tape recorders on them cause they informants
I been okay with these warmers
Girls harass me and gas me and say that I’m enormous
Move your waist girl.
Yeah yeah (x2)
You got to be Nas’s Angel
You can be Charlie’s Angel
You can be Nas’s Angel