Bokeem Woodbine Lyrics by Nas is a New English song from the album “Magic 2” sung by popular rapper Nas. Lyrics of this song are written by Nas and music produced by Hit-Boy.
Bokeem Woodbine Song Details
Singer : Nas
Album : Magic 2
Lyrics : Nas, Hit-Boy
Music : Hit-Boy
Label : Mass Appeal
Bokeem Woodbine Lyrics
One two, one two (Uh)
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 livin’ 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 ’til we coulda blacked out
He pulled the track out
Thinking ’bout what to rap ’bout
Snappin’ like Chrisean and Blueface
Tradin’ bars with the Gods ’til they get the screwface
Ouch, I know that’s painful like playin’ hoops and sprang 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, lightin’ up from a good line
Not no cocaine, this that crack though
She asked for my passcode, she got what she asked for (Ouch)
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 livin’ 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 (Ouch)
Like razor blades and lemon juice (Ouch)
I know it’s hurting ’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 waitin’?
Ouch (Ouch), ouch (Ouch), ouch (Ouch)
Yeah, yeah, ouch
Shit it feel good it feel good
Shit feel good, bruh
Feel good, it’s that good type of pain