NASA - N.A.S.A. Music Lyrics

Intro (E-40 & Method Man)
Uhh! Hey Meth Merchant!
Method Man Meth, what's up boy? What's upper? Trying to get my ones up
Crack Alley Studios mang,
It's Feezy mang, Paul Revere mang We doing this shit,
You know, it's good. 40 Water, you'se a pimp nigger Look out!!

Verse (E-40)
They call me Paul Revere, 40 Water cause I like to ball. Things be going in one ear,
And out the other one y'all.
Never had a chance to be an infant,
I had to walk before I crawled. Had to dang near raise my siblings.
Mama worked 3 jobs.
Seen a lot of pan handlin' and gritt'n,
Chicken flippin, and dealin,
Dudes coming up missing,
Empty banana clippin'.
It's been happening quite often.
They'll pull up on the side and turn your car into a coffin,
And ain't nobody talking because that's the rules of the soil.
We beef over rap, The government beef over oil.
We beef in the track,
They beef on sacred, royal, ancient holy grounds
Thinking that it's righteous, Way out of bounds!!
Chorus (Method Man & E-40)
From New York to the Bay yo (to The Bay yo),
Sao Paulo to LA yo (LA yo), Nobody move until we say so (say so). They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A. music (N.A.S.A. music). From New York to the Bay yo (Bay yo),
Sao Paulo to LA yo (to LA yo),
Nobody move until we say so (What they wanna know?)
They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A. music (uhhh!) N.A.S.A. music! (x 4)

Verse (Method Man) Another day another dollar, Meth squeeze a dollar til it holler. Miss holler you either spit or swallow. Meet me at the same place same time tomorrow.
Take the r out of brotha, but I ain't trying to botha.

Verse (E-40)
MP5's, bush masters, Chinese AK's, alley ways, Shallow, grim, dark murky days. Slappin dominos on the porch wid it.
Real mannish wid it, I rip it! Spit for the less fortunate. Me and Meth Merchant,
I call him Meth Merchant because he's dope. We in this booch perkin' and we stoked. They say there ain't no future in our hope, No life in our breath, Scared to die,
But quick to take a death.
Verse (Method Man)
Little Johnny on the block about to glot like clot.
With his body in the drop, damn a little mommy hot. Off top, I want everything that little mommy got. And if I look sober that means I'm probably not Chorus (Method Man & E-40)
From New York to the Bay yo (to The Bay yo),
Sao Paulo to LA yo (LA yo), Nobody move until we say so (say so). They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A. music (N.A.S.A. music). From New York to the Bay yo (Bay yo),
Sao Paulo to LA yo (to LA yo),
Nobody move until we say so (What they wanna know?)
They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A. music (uhhh!) N.A.S.A. music! (x 4)

Verse (Method Man)
I'm with the kid from The Yay,
40 Water, man I'm missing them days
When we took swallows of the good life and pissed it away. Real drama daddy listen to Slay, He got the kid from the Big Apple,
With the biggest fish in the bay. We off the books money, now look money, See I ain't laughing when it look funny Or at them funny niggas that took from me. That's why the crook of the crooks honey. I'm hungry, trying to find this snow bunny to cook for me. This nigga got his own repertoire. A beast and I rep, blasé blah,
The greatest Allāhu Akbar!!!
What's famous when you're dangerous and what's a star When the cops hate us cause of who the f*ck we are? If I was Paris Hilton you wouldn't stop my car. You'd be in the passenger seat trying to pop a bra, nigga I play for keeps while y'all just play. With Crack Alley Music got em hooked N A S A
NASA!

Chorus (Method Man & E-40)
From New York to the Bay yo (to The Bay yo),
Sao Paulo to LA yo (LA yo), Nobody move until we say so (say so). They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A. music (N.A.S.A. music). From New York to the Bay yo (Bay yo),
Sao Paulo to LA yo (to LA yo),
Nobody move until we say so (What they wanna know?)
They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A. music (uhhh!) N.A.S.A. music! (x 4)

Outro (Method Man & E-40)
Yall thought it was safe muhf*ckers! (N.A.S.A. music)
Awww shit we bridging the gap! (N.A.S.A. music)
East coast west coast lets go!!! (N.A.S.A. music uhhh)