The Nana Song

Tell me why my dimes look pregnant

That niggas know my connect Mexican

Hoes with light completion little to no melanin

Smoking on the purple the herbal is so elegant

(In-ta-legend?) bitches from college that study medicine

Drop it in they face like visine medicine

In your hood liquor store cop a slice of pizza

Skinnys on playing with the rockets like Ariza

Nigga don't confuse it think it's just music

Niggas think Hip Hop is book-bags and chew-sticks

Things out front (beckbachains?) for our rows

Ain't talking about flowers let them hold a couple dollars

It's like it's Catch Phrase, roll a sack of haze

Fuck tomorrow dog we ain't promised today

So tell me what's the reason these niggas eating

I feel like the whole damn industry teasing

These niggas eatin?

I feel like the industry teasing

(Nana)

I used to cop a nick bag & pull 2 out it

Man these rap jury niggas ain't looking to cloudy

Sitting in the Audi LA at the do over

Throwing up the middle finger yelling "Fuck Oprah"

You in the hood nigga, trying to get your buzz up

I'm at the Standard nigga 2 bitches with they tops up

And watch em treat each other like the buffet

While you doing calling orders at the Cony

Hoes say the dick so huge that you can package pre-orders up through the roof

So keep sleeping on me I'm a wake up with your bitch

Rolling over asking her, "Know how to make grits? "

Nigga I'm the shit, so homie don't piss me

Eat pussy so good none of my hoes kiss me

Lick ya bitch or I'm a be eating

The next time you call that ho a be teasing like

(Nana)