Cookout

[Intro: Nas] Yo, all work no play That's all niggas do We always hustlin' Need sometime to chill Sit down and have some fun with our people's yo [Nas] Yo, I woke up early one morning, yawning! Called my man Nate, what's up? Let's get it on You gon' drive to my crib or I'm a drive to yours? Take the crew out of state or we gon' chill indoors? Yo, a summertime plan, tell the shorty grab the pots and pans Make something hot not ham The Gods we don't get down like that Matter of fact I'll bring the grill out So we can cookout, couple of six pack Chilling back, sit back, beach chair Each year we try to take time out Hate to empty the nines out D batteries for the radio to blasties Hits by the oldies, eating macaroni Ladies playing cards, yo the fellas play dice Horse whip the Porsche to the store to get more ice Under the shade, thinking about ways to get paid Sun's shining yo I hope it don't rain on our parade Who pulls up in the Benzo, two side Jungle and Wiz show They got more liquor, about to get raw nigga! Somebody said niggas is hating us But ain't no cats they making us So fuck them niggas, cuz they ain't breaking us Sylk in the cut with some shorty getting filthed up Scenery looks so right, having a good life The kid's playing, my man L is DJ'in Niggas try to fuck this party up our gats will be spraying Word! [Nature] Yeah, that summer time shit Yo, chill dunn, send that rap to the store we need ice Feed the projects, some little kids we feed twice Strictly Boar's Head meat Cornbread and sweet potato's In the river park, nothing but fiends and greedy neighbors Extra charcoal, mad bitches by the car load Kegs the Bud, Heineken case and jars of dro Then it happened, the spatula dropped, but who's fault? My nigga High brought the barbeque sauce Paper plates, the foils and forks Killa brought the Frank's We do it in the park all night, old timers give thanks Niggas like Barkley's, Luke arm and Hank brought their kids Water guns spraying off in the Bridge At the Johnny pump everybody having they fun Everybody eating Frank's and burgers dropping they buns Little kids pick 'em up, then we pop they hands We give burgers to police but cops ain't fam Niggas grandmoms asking me to send 'em a plate Cuz it started up at 12 they thought it ended at 8 The party never ends, we too deep, we too strong You know it's back to the beef once the food's gone [Outro: Nas] Yo, yo pass that ketchup over here motherfuckers Now that's fire That nigga L.E.S. greedy as a motherfucker I knew you was gon' go over there and take that food off the table That's my shit, those are my wings And who got the fucking Hennessey? Someone took the Absolut it's gon' Damn, a nigga can't drink nothing Dude's out over there always brown-nosing Rest hatin' for ho's Scheming for grapes, what you doing brother? That ain't how we suppose to do it Yo Jungle you cockblocking give me my weed I'm leaving The fucking cookout is over Nature I ain't fucking with you no more Nature! Where's my car? Now that's fire motherfucker!