"Nostalgia" lyrics - HAVOC
[Intro:]
Smell that? Smells like nostalgia. RIP my nigga Prodigy
[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
Career felon, it don't fuckin' matter
My criminal records are comin' double vinyl with color splatter
Deluxe edition, come to spittin' I'm the one to mention
Rollie missin', tellin' time by the sun position
Tellin' us lyrics dead, ain't comin' back, don't fuck with that
Now even the youngsters sick of drug addiction mumble raps
Me and Payne double tap, half set double back
Rich, we comin' out the box like bubble wrap
We Queensbridge cats show you the hustle
Philly and Cali together, now you know you in trouble
'Cause ain't nothin' but a G thang
Little bitch! I be touchin' up a G string
Hear the click! Couple foreigns on my keychain
Take your pick! Got a sawed-off Mossberg, call it a little pump
The biggest hits, bar for bar, it's Gucci
Like Ben Stiller, bitch! Zoolander
You the dummy, I'm the ventriloquist (Say less! Y'all fuck that!)
Eat a burrito, Pina Jarritos
Then get the itis and beat you with beer bottles, coronavirus
[Chorus: Ras Kass]
It's the real! Come on, sing that shit
Let your wife meet your side chick, bring that bitch
Classic era, smell of blunt smoke and gunpowder, nostalgia!
It's the real! Come on, sing that shit
If you scared, get a dog, better bring that bitch
Pour out some liquor for fallen killers in Valhalla, nostalgia!
[Verse 2: RJ Payne]
Check! Picture backspins and Krylon
Young kids with MAC-10s, Saigon
Uhh! I even tried to make Da Band
But God made me a standout, I'm Dylan
More vicious, the.45 is longer than fuckin' swordfishes, we morticians
You hired if you willin' to die, no auditions
I'm a don, once I body this song I'm goin' fishin' (Whoop!)
These guys are G5 fly
That's nostalgic, Joe Clark, Eastside High
My knowledge is so sharp, I don't need Wi-Fi
You diss me, Chromes spark then your feet fly by (Whoop!)
They want to know what I learned to do with an Uzi
I got it from Mobb Deep and Murda Muzik The Movie
Niggas was dead broke, allergic to the jacuzzi
Bitch I'm from the bottom, a bunch of dirty niggas with groupies
Yeah! See, it's whatever, screw y'all
Run-D.M.C., tougher than leather, I'm Lou Rawls
You niggas got to know I'm a terror, the new dog
I have lost a brother but he inherited two more
[Chorus: Ras Kass]
It's the real! Come on, sing that shit
Let your wife meet your side chick, bring that bitch
Classic era, smell of blunt smoke and gunpowder, nostalgia!
It's the real! Come on, sing that shit
If you scared, get a dog, better bring that bitch
Pour out some liquor for fallen killers in Valhalla, nostalgia!
