paroles de chanson Earvin Magic Johnson - Nas
On
my
Earvin
Magic
Johnson,
I'm
enterprising
I
keep
it
ghetto
like
the
hood
before
they
gentrified
it
I
might
burn
this
bitch
down,
Left
Eye,
Andre
Rison
I
can't
trust
you
built
for
cuban
links
unless
we
tied
in
Shout
to
Rae
and
Ghost
"Can
it
be
all
so
simple?"
One
of
my
favorite
quotes
From
42nd
Street,
days
of
pimps
wearing
suede
loafs
That
McDonald's
is
still
there
where
we
had
to
trade
blows
Then,
I
stood
on
stages,
Australia
on
occasion
Country
Club,
House
of
Blues,
stadium
status,
hands
wavin'
Hip-Hop
50
celebration,
funny
we
the
same
age,
and
We
just
keep
on
getting
iller,
word
to
Heavy,
word
to
Dilla
Word
to
Heav',
word
to
Dilla
Milk
Dee,
I'm
top
billin',
cooked
in
soul,
grandma's
skillet
And
they
rearrange
my
quotes,
try
to
make
me
out
the
villain
Have
you
jammed
up
like
what
you
spread
on
toast?
Here's
a
dose,
so
that
interesting
poetry
others
wishing
they
wrote
We
don't
smell
y'all
smoke,
y'all
should
try
a
different
approach
Word
to
Heav',
word
to
Dilla
Overweight,
pockets
for
my
niggas
'til
the
scales
tippin',
get
it?
On
my
Earvin
Magic
Johnson,
I'm
enterprising
I
keep
it
ghetto,
like
the
hood
before
they
gentrified
it
I
might
burn
this
bitch
down,
Left
Eye,
Andre
Rison
I
can't
trust
you
built
for
cuban
links
unless
we
tied
in
(only
built
for
cuban
links)
I
can't
trust
you
built
for
cuban
links
unless
we
tied
in
(only
built
for
cuban
links)
I
can't
trust
you
built
for
none
of
this
unless
we
tied
in
Family
ties,
squad
ties,
money
ties
Suit
and
ties,
shoes
tied,
ready
to
ride,
choose
a
side
Thought
I
told
you,
"On
the
tide"
that
we
was
surfin'
And
you
know
I'm
down
for
my
niggas,
free
C-Murder
Fuck
the
chat,
you
know
that
I'm
'bout
my
mathematics
When
you
run
up
mad
numbers,
yeah,
that's
when
they
get
the
maddest
Acrobatics
with
the
alphabets,
I
gave
out
Pateks
And
I
gave
out
Rollies
and
new
Ranges
to
the
baddest
Plus
I
wear
the
scars
from
the
streets,
ducking
the
mark
of
the
beast
I
know
some
brothers
doin'
life,
they
say,
"Nas,
talkin'
for
me"
My
brother
Will
for
real,
he
used
to
thug
the
thugs
I'm
throwin'
George
Washingtons
'cause
we
them
ones,
uh
Word
to
Heav',
word
to
Dilla
Rest
up,
half
a
million
on
a
island
all
alone,
I
still
ball
Me
and
Wilson
put
up
40
on
the
board
At
the
forum
like
I'm
Magic
and
Kareem
on
the
floor
Pat
Riley
on
the
bench
callin'
plays,
I
just
score
(I
just
score,
I
just
score)
Callin'
plays,
we
just
score
(I
just
score,
yeah)
Word
to
Heav',
word
to
Dilla
Milk
Dee,
I'm
top
billin',
cooked
in
soul,
grandma's
skillet,
get
it?
On
my
Earvin
Magic
Johnson,
I'm
enterprising
I
keep
it
ghetto,
like
the
hood
before
they
gentrified
it
I
might
burn
this
bitch
down,
Left
Eye,
Andre
Rison
I
can't
trust
you
built
for
cuban
links
unless
we
tied
in
(only
built
for
cuban
links)
I
can't
trust
you
built
for
cuban
links
unless
we
tied
in
(only
built
for
cuban
links)
I
can't
trust
you
built
for
none
of
this
unless
we
tied
in
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