N.a.s.a Music Lyrics - The Spirit Of Apollo - N.a.s.a.

Intro: (E-40 and Method Man) 

Uhh! Hey Meth Merchant! 

Method Man Meth, what's up boy? What's upper? Trying to get my ones up... 

Crack Alley Studios mang, 

It's Freezy mang, Paul Revere mang, we doin thi shit, 

You know it's good, 40 Water, you'se a pimp nigga, look out! 

Verse: (E-40) 

They call me Paul Revere, 40 Water cause I like to ball. Things be going in one ear, 

And out the other one y'all. 

Never had a chance to be an infant, 

I had to walk before I crawled, had to dang near raise my siblings 

Mama worked 3 jobs, 

Seen a lot of pan handlin' and gritt'in, 

Chicken flippin and dealin, 

Dudes coming up missing, 

Empty banana clippin 

It's been happening quite often 

They pull up on the side and turn your car into a coffin 

And ain't nobody talking because that's the rules of the soil 

We beef over rap, the government beef over oil 

We beef in the track 

They beat on sacred, royal, ancient hold grounds.. 

Thnking that it's righteous, way out of bounds! 

Chorus:(Method Man) 

From New York to the Bay yo 

Sao Paulo to LA yo, nobody move until we say so 

They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A. music 

From New York to the Bay yo 

Sao Paulo to LA yo, nobody move until we say so 

They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A. music 

Verse: (Method Man) 

Another day, another dollar, 

Meth squeeze a dollar til it holler 

Miss holler you either spit or swallow 

Meet me at the same place, same time tomorrow 

Take the R out of brotha, but I ain't trying to botha 

Verse: (E-40) 

MP5's, bush masters, Chinese AKs, alley ways, Shallow, grim, dark murky days. 

Slappin dominos on the porch wid it 

Real mannish wid it, I rip it 

Spit for the less fortunate, me and Meth Merchant 

I call him Meth Merchant because he's dope 

We in this booch perkin and we stoked 

They say there ain't no future in our hope 

No life in our breath, scared to die 

But quick to take a death 

Verse (Method Man) 

Little Johnny on the block, about to glot like clot 

With his body in the drop, damn a little mommy hot 

Off top, I want everything that little mommy got 

And if I look sober that means I'm probably not 

Chorus: (Method Man and E-40) 

From New York to the Bay yo 

Sao Paulo to LA yo, nobody move until we say so 

They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A. music 

From New York to the Bay yo 

Sao Paulo to LA yo, nobody move until we say so 

They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A. music 

Verse: (Method Man and E-40) 

I'm with the kid from The Yay 

40 Water man I'm missing them days 

When we took swallows of the good life and pissed it away 

Real drama daddy listen to Slay 

He got the kid from the Big Apple 

With the biggest fish in the bay 

We off the books money, now look money 

See I ain't laughing when it look funny 

Or at them funny niggas that took from me 

That's why the crook of the crooks honey, I'm hungry 

Trying to find this snow bunny to cook for me 

This nigga got his own repertoire 

A beast and I rep, blase blah 

The greatest Allahu Akbar! 

What's famous when you're dangerous and what's a star when the cops hate us cause of who the fuck we are? 

If I was Paris Hilton you wouldn't stop my car 

You'd be in the passenger seat trying to pop a bra 

Nigga I play for keeps while y'all just play 

With Crack Alley Music got em hooked N.A.S.A. 

Chorus: (Method Man and E-40) 

From New York to the Bay yo 

Sao Paulo to LA yo, nobody move until we say so 

They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A. music 

From New York to the Bay yo 

Sao Paulo to LA yo, nobody move until we say so 

They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A. music 

Outro: (Method Man and E-40) 

Y'all thought it was safe muhfuckers! (N.A.S.A. Music) 

Aww shit we bridging the gap! (N.A.S.A. Music) 

Weast coast , West coast, let's go! (N.A.S.A. Music uhhh)