Nas' Angels...the Flyest Lyrics - Nas

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[Nas] 

I come through in a new double R listening to smiling faces 

Check out my jewelry pound 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 Mashochists 

Cause I be giving them pain, it's a cold world 

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 

like the brightest, the flyest 

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[Chorus] 

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 

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[Nas] 

Uh, Philly rap a hydro, puffing on a line slow 

You sea deep need me keep me kickin' like Del Reco 

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, okays on the right 

Canary out our ears, you know she playing them right 

Hilton style, billionaire boys club 

Braveheart, ya'll don't want no war with us 

Dump a semi-auto made by, I made girls bust 

When I hit them full thrust, full throttle 

[Chorus] 

[Nas] 

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 

[Chorus] 

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