Nas - Bokeem Woodbine Lyrics

Bokeem Woodbine Song Lyrics
Bokeem Woodbine by Nas One two, one two
Yeah

I know some goofies that wanna scalp me, ouch
Wipe out my accounts, leave me needin' mouth-to-mouth
But that just aroused my style
Then I party like I'm Tony in a South Beach house
Bars hittin' like I'm still livin' couch-to-couch
Motivation for the trappers living ounce-to-ounce
This is rockstar status, Neil Young with a bounce
I know that make you uncomfortable and make you say ouch

Snub nose like the Colombos and Bonannos
Rum in the cup holder, hittin' bumps and spill on the sandals
And car panels
I drew attention with artistic vision
Make an incision like Alonzo did to Joshua in Jason's Lyric
I think I caught the holy spirit
I put my soul in lyrics
Closed casket and we know who did it
E-S-C-O, I'm in the pole position
Yo, she chose this pimpin', put the pain inside the music 'cause I know they listenin'
'Member I sat on Kool G Rap' couch
Drank Ol E till we could'a blacked out
He pulled the track out
Thinkin' 'bout what to rap bout
Snappin' like Chrisean and Blueface
Tradin' bars with the gods till they get the screwface

Ouch
I know that's painful like playin' hoops and sprain your ankles
Or gettin' robbed for your Jesus
Your girl ain't stay true
That sh*t will hurt you like a K do
Being crossed by your homie, wow, he ain't the same dude
I'm bent off good wine, like Bokeem Woodbine
Home reading a script, lighting up from a good line
Not no cocaine, this that crack though
She asked for my passcode
She got what she asked for

I know some goofies that wanna scalp me, ouch
Wipe out my accounts, leave me needin' mouth-to-mouth
But that just aroused my style
Then I party like I'm Tony in a South Beach house
Bars hittin' like I'm still livin' couch-to-couch
Motivation for the trappers living ounce-to-ounce
This is rockstar status, Neil Young with a bounce
I know that make you uncomfortable and make you say ouch

Ouch
My view is they only do it for views
Knife in my back and I wear the wounds
Like razor blades and lemon juice
I know it's hurtin' 'em how I move

You a sniper, she a sniper
Ouch
That's a painful situation
Ouch
You know when they say jokes but it be real
Ouch
You might take it like they hatin'
Pain pills can't even help you
Don't even matter if you're sedated
And you be swearin' you that boy
Then why shorty got you waiting?

Ouch
Ouch
Ouch
Yeah, yeah, ouch
sh*t, it feel good it feel good
sh*t feel good bruh
Feel good, it's that good type of pain