chorus hoopin in the city up or downtown/ ymca, fonde to the playgrounds/ now when I throw this alley oop can you please throw down?/ this is the sound when my pennys hit the ground(hoop it up)/ verse 1 1995, Houston, Texas home of the Summit/ Houston Rockets back-to-back champs, tell me who run it?/ from the gulf stream where hakeem was shaking niggas in his heyday/ like magic so easy when I play cause I do it the Penny hardaway/ Clutch City show no pity in this bitch/ breaking niggas nose like Rudy Tomjanavich/ so switch when see me moving on the pick/ like Calvin murphy the way my wrist be on the flick(perfect)/ perfect for certain check out how many boys im hurtin/ the way my khakis sittin on my hardaways like silk curtains/ the first version so fresh like a virgin/ that I speak of the kicks in first person/ Im too big for most point guards to deny and defend/ too fly for most jordanheads to try and pretend/ I can be your wosre enemy or best friend/ it just depends on what size im running in/ verse2 A youngsta in the 7th grade, with the killa southside fade/ my pops put on lay-a-way my first pair of penny hardaways/ the Black and blue colorways with the white suede/ in the gym everyday practicing my fadaways/ thinking maybe one day my J will get me to college/ so gotta keep my game like my shoes spitshined and polished/ my shots so money off the bank when I make my deposits/ that in high school i graduated to the gold foamposites/ I saved and paid a whole $156.04 cents/ now on point like the guard running the offense/ hand and hand on my jock checky checka my fresh/ not to mention I aint even lace em up yet/ Man a lil nigga living it up/ man them barkleys and them pippen wasnt giving enough/ tough I would have to say were those Jordan fadeaways/ but them shits couldnt hold a K, to my penny hardaways/

Chorus For ever ever? For ever ever? Verse1 Now forever is such a very long time To get a piece of mine there such a very long line Sort of like the period that comes to a feline Might be a little late, but im always on time Always on the grind like a playa is supposed to Cooler than a cool cup, you can place your cup up on my coaster Or warm it, put my bread up in your toaster I don’t wanna say much, but your boy is hung like a poster So go on girl and do like like ya supposed to And go on ahead and lay your head up on my shoulder As I hold a ya waist, behind, and taste your neckline Then maybe we can dip to somewhere more clandestine Then put it in your intestine like the swine you eat my name is Nasty Nique and im so happy to meet You on this occasion and by your persuasion Got me happy to put you in this awkward situation Verse2 Im thinking if god called and heaven was a mile away Id put down the dial today and tell god to wait Shit maybe even caller ID screen the call One ring and then voicemail. Don’t pick up at all Im just playing yall, but ya get what im saying ya’ll a love this addictive can’t be safe at all Like carbon levels building in your basement All this love making, I think I need a knee replacement You got my heart racing like nascar Earth, wind, and fire your my aviatar My shining star for all to see What this girl can do to me It might be you and I till the day we die Why? Why ask why? Cause We lie together, cry together Man I swear to…I hope we fucking die together Verse3 Now look heart on my sleeve I don’t usually bear it And my feelings I don’t usually share it but She was my jenny and we were like peas and carrots And them other broads you know they don’t hold no merits But ahh alas, I guess we’ll always have Paris You were the star next to my records like Roger Maris Ohh that picture of us baby please don’t tear it(rip) The TV we bought together how we supposed to share it? But we knew Forever was such a very very long time Especially between monthly trips and talking online Plus if I would followed my first mind, in my right mind I knew that my pelvic spine had his own mind this break up shouldn’t be this difficult Because our relationship was purely physical So do you think that some day we can be together? Um Forever forever ever forever ever?

Chorus Niggas and they gold teeth (im shining) Niggas when the hold heat(im blinding) Represent they gold teeth (im shining) Bust to you the white meat(im blinding) Niggas for they gold teeth(im shining) Represent they city streets(im blinding) All about them gold teeth(im shining) Verse1 Poured strands from the sands of the Sahara Sweat drops from Apollo’s sun that live and drip forever Adopted by every culture, poached by corporate vultures This song is a poem for The guerillas, hustlers, and The soldiers The purest of gold is softer than any form of the purest of white The vision of gold became the new standard over night Some felt it had cleansing powers, while others thought of its evils Given to Jesus by the Magi, from Cleopatra to the people From 49ers, slaves in china to Jim Jones in Guyana, sirs Kept the funding of apartheid alive in Johannesburg El Dorado conquistadors to 79 El Dorado caddy doors They say gold lines the streets of Jah heaven’s floors 2x Nazis burned Jews for they gold teeth Police profile you because of your gold teeth Romans burned the globe in search for a gold piece They don’t wanna hire me because of my gold teeth Chorus Verse2 From Osiris and Isis to Bling Bling, and cash money Now you got Paul Wall making grillz with TV Johnny Big Daddy Kane in his prime wasn’t ever half stepping with his The reason why the First Egyptians built the pyramids Originally intended for Mouth and Dental restoration But Soon Became a Dirty South hip-hop fashion statement From Texas to Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama to Atlanta Niggas got they shine on when they spoke that country grammar King Midas didn’t buy this, but he would damn sure appreciate the flyness Tighter than Tightness, the brightest of the brightest This gold dust is the stuff ghetto dreams are made up Exactly the substance that white America is afraid up 2x You got Yellow gold, white gold, and your red golds When your fake golds get old then they turn to green gold George bush sold his blue blood soul for a purple and gold robe Soldiers fighting over that black gold

Kristina with a K texting saying can we go to lunch ***** doesn’t say too much, all she wants to do is fuck Country Ashlee wants to take me to see the monster trucks(but I cant) im going to the casino with Courtney to press my luck Aint talked to Brittney in a week, she left a voice recording gotta get back at her, cant have her thinking that she aint important Edith taking me to wine bars, sheit like I can afford em Steez got them new beats, damn I need to record em My nigga nebyou selling new Js,think he still gottem? My high school sweetheart wants me to help her move up out the bottoms Even my professor said my flow was awesome It had him saying WHOA like Joey from Blossom Now Christina with a c swears she owes me for pitchers And all Shalimar wants to do is roll up my swishers And Brandi gets mad cause I don’t say too much Man im telling you being popular sucks Chorus Everybodies looking for me Always tying to find me Acting like they need me But u best Best believe me Everybodies looking for me Always tying to find me Acting like they need me But u best Best believe me Being popular ….sux Being popular…sux Verse2 When Treyci comes into town she gets my attention Undivided tell Meghan im throwing a party and all her bad ass friends invited but please please leave the spare tire bitches at home that shit aint fly unless you ridin on chrome Martina gotta booty like serena, face like nia long Dara be our biggest hater, but always sings our songs Babymama always calling to tell me ima jerk And I just recently picked up some extra shifts at work Gotta call my auntie, cause she sort like my mother Gotta call my mother, cause she cant handle my bad ass brother Dj arsnik wants me to MC to the break of dawn and Dirty dog D wants to get fresh, Lodi Dodi on I make plans with Kang Q , But he always flake out Heather wants to take me to Kemah to eat at the Steakhouse I cant hang with Sara, she cant keep it on the hush Damn I’m telling you being popular sux Verse 3 Drea is my princess she be the queen of my heart I love it best when I take her swimming or to the park Fuck a blog cause them nigga always wanna hate Big Ups Hollywood Floss, I want to congratulate I owe Mike some Wings on Wednesday from a game of horse On Friday Tulani cutting my hair cause its getting coarse Shit I love Talitha, cause she loves sports I wont mind going one on one with her on the court Jean and Joy are medical twins that be getting it in On Mondays I do power yoga with big booty Karen [But damn I wish that I could catch up with that girl Ronalyn She looks like she could be in the Philippines doing some modeling] My pops wants me to listen to the preacher in the pulpit I cant cause all we wanna do is party and bullshit people want me on their team, they know that im clutch Damn being popular sux

verse1 just waking up in the morning got thank jesus I dont know but did u ever have a day so player you couldnt believe it? drapped out like a druid, a little hot, but it aint humid and babymomma aint calling with nuttin stupid eattins sum taquitos with salsas and churriso we gotta a black president now, all power to the people maybe shit might change, thangs will get a little equal but for now Im a hit the block stunting like evil kinevel cause Im young, black, and hangin riding slow loud and bangin and everytime I hit the rankin, I got the trunk swanging driving slow like a yellow light looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight shit nigga already! I got a churp this little betty who begiving out that good heady hit my nigga DJ "yo bro come and scoop me up" lets go down to U of H and hoop it up get me on the court and im trouble last week messed around and got a triple-double shaking niggas like hakeem in his heyday I cant believe today was a good day verse2 drove to the pad and hit the shower you already know that it took about an hour (Im wondering)why do the cops always pause to harrass me saw the laws today and they hauled right past me no insurance, an expired sticker warrants too, but the sirens didnt even flash or flicker Just chopped up with fresh taper fade went to shohezzys place, hey fellas what dew on the spades? Place a bid, place a bid, naw nigga you renig blind nil, double nil, they know the deal Im gettem books, I gettem books and niggas losing it boy Im get them books like a honor student I picked up the cash flow Then we play bones, and now im yelling peta roll plus nobody I know got killed in westbury today Today was a good day verse3 I left my patnas house paid pick up sum A1 ive been trying cut since the 9th grade(absurd) but thats my word, she had the sprite, I had the sizzup the rockets beat the spizzurs I felted up her bag of goodies pulled out my woody and smashed them sugar cookies and my ping so mean, so mean it made her scream like a bloody horror scene I filled her head with ghetto dreams, exotic places, diamond rings; Even told her she could play on the team, took another crown sip then we dipped in the crown vic she sucked a nigga dick before I dropped her off at the crib Maine she aint even play the boy week like a calendar your boy played that shit smoother than lavender I wish all my days were like this 24/7 turned on the boxx: oh shit June 27th no helacopters lookin for a murder 2 in the moring hit the whataburger even saw a sign on the williams tower and it said: NASTY's got the money and the power late as hell, bitches texting me cant believe today aint nobody have plex with me Today I didnt even have to use my AK I gotta say it was a good day

Westbury get the money, Nasty Nique still out here paperchasin Like the flyers these promoters promote, paper and time they still wasting Times a ticking like the pop pop locker at the train station Who used to pop lockers in high school for x’s and o’s like playstations Yep Idea was Westbury’s nike vandal, the kid with the Marbury handles The same kid who use to come to school in them payless sandals Took on that graffiti handle to give niggas Ideas that they could not handle And proceeded to knock em out the park like Mickey mantle Or at least we preceded to spark in Hagar park after dark like a candle With cigarellos and brownies we stole outta Randall’s Dust in the wind getting blown in the treezys, with this little breezys I hear one singing sum songs from lil weezy Or maybe it was jeezy, or maybe some Gucci mane Man the sleezy things I used to do for some choocie man They minds were like trying to hold sand in your hand They lives like taking a repetitive piss in the fan But hey, I gave it chance like monopoly And asked her for trust quite properly I told this dime say a quarter for your thoughts, bitch tried to give me nickels I gave a red hot sour look like whats the dill pickle? Which got me to listen to her style of view Her words ran me in a circle a mile or two stillwaters cut deep, its cooler than icesickles when then knife hits you, so I choose my words carefully like the hospital God created man, man created machine Machine runs on gasoline which comes from dinosaur creatine Some believe that’s like believing Jack with the jelly bean Africas Children raising teens cause they parents aint got no amphetamines My niggas back home slanging and gone off promethazine Brothers blast brothers, crying mothers getting it by any means Now im not a betting man but I would put this on everything That by any means we all looking for better means to stack some green Things aint so fresh and so clean as BET makes it seem Especially in a world filled Husseins and E.D Imins Bushes, Reagans, and Clintons, political pushing and pimping Meth addicts, rapists, secret societies and promiscuous women Some times I just feel like im just living just to be living No time like the present but mines aint got no bows or no ribbons My neighbors gave me this gift with no belles or no trimmings so im just rapping for paper givin back out the knowledge I was given So tell me how the fuck a virus jump from a monkey to a junkie To Then em-bred in the embryo of a young mommy To give birth a knucklehead raised on knuckle sandwiches To knocking out Mike Tyson with bloody bandages

Chorus Im a U-N-D-E-R A-C-H- I ever, forever Yeah I know I can do better Yeah yeah I know whatever Verse1 New Jordan tennis shoes, on couch watching comic view Coffee table coated in the chronic residue spinning on the turntables, Eating up all the fruity pebbles Big Mama in the back checking her sugar levels Head barely above water like submarine periscope All day at home waiting on government envelopes Sitting so cool smoking my mentholated Camels and Kools Drinking kool-aid at the neighborhood swimming pools Cooler than church fans with funeral homes on the cover Cooler than a naked headed lover under covers with no rubbers Ramen noodles and hamburger helper in abundant portions Sickle cell, HIV and late-term abortions The horses under my delta 88 lets me know that im great My Forces were worn by the greatest players in 1988 Moses, Dantley, Moncrief My flow and my talent is beyond belief Verse2 Now heres some food for thought, you do the dishes I got an appetite for destruction, fast money, and bitches A reciepe for death, Invation to procrastinaton Never one to bust my ass like masterbation Don’t tell me you like my charisma and swagger You might as well drill me in the heart with the dagger Cause without a focus that shit don’t matter Without drive and purpose your worthless A disservice like jack n the box drive thru workers Cursing your orders, putting spit in your burgers Cursing your seeds for infinite lives like the contra code Up up, down down, left right, left right, B A so I skeeball my way thru the game of life My flow is destined for heaven cause I know im nice A giant amoung men, a man amoung mice Its time to get it right and make it come back twice Verse 3 People always afraid of criticism scary So what my voice don’t carry My voice mix match the tempo and marry The beat like my cousins andre and terri(RIP) Or her parents my auntie gwen and uncle larry(RIP) So today I decide to climb out of your prisons and bury all these crabs in barrel, hanging on to the slab as I barrel Down the avenue, brother I aint even mad at you Nobody criticizes the moon for taking the suns shine So im what im saying is….son…shine Shit go get yours, get mine, leave the non believers blind Make em respect your mind The green devil not only comes from bottles of absinth let the green in your eyes be hollow and absent let go of the hate, let go of the malice Kings of this rap thing, who’s palace?