Ladies
Fellas
I know some of the most intelligent women in the world
Is listenin' right now
And all the realest brothers is like, uh
Get light with it
Day party to midnight with it
Ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it
While the girls double dutch, I double my digits
Dice game pop, peace and one love to my niggas
New York, New York
All sorts of bosses who walk the walk
Look how long the blocks is
Ruthless, close range, they shoot shit
Wall Street, racquetball, oysters, masseuses
Bourgeoisie, the mood y'all be
Then it's back to the hood where you knew I'd be
Driver's license and the face card, two IDs
Get light off the rosé (uh) bottle we sip
New shorty in my life, she my lottery pick
And if the economy slips, she gon' ride with the kid
City Girl like JT, MIA to the Bridge
Get light
Get light with it
Get light
Yo, Hit-Boy, hold up, bring it back
Yeah
Get light with it
Day party to midnight with it
Ice sweat like a fire hydrant hit it
While the girls double dutch, I double my digits
ATVs, quads with speed
Doin' wheelies, black Lanvin sneaks
Family first, a holiday feast
I constantly seek
Moments like this is peace to say the least
We used to play ball when girls watched we played smoother
I had to try to be like Mike, a cool 3-point shooter
Couldn't be the loser, takin' Gatorade from the cooler
Summer, Fall, Winter, New York girls smokin' hookah
Grown ladies with Mercedes Benz keys and chimneys
Friendly as little kids on 10-speeds
Makes me want to have another seed, I'm simply
Gettin' light on the track, Ripley's Believe It or Not
I'm still the cream of the crop
I was just the tender age of eighteen on the charts
Wasn't even dreamin' this far, believe who you are
The sun doesn't even know it's a star
Get light with it
Day party to midnight with it
Ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it
While the girls double dutch, I double my digits
Dice game pop, peace to my hustlin' niggas
New York, New York
All sorts of bosses who walk the walk
Look how long the blocks is
Ruthless, long range they shoot shit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and party
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and party
Nas - Get Light Lyrics
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Ladies
Fellas
I know some of the most intelligent women in the world
Is listenin' right now
And all the realest brothers is like, uh
Get light with it
Day party to midnight with it
Ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it
While the girls double dutch, I double my digits
Dice game pop, peace and one love to my niggas
New York, New York
All sorts of bosses who walk the walk
Look how long the blocks is
Ruthless, close range, they shoot shit
Wall Street, racquetball, oysters, masseuses
Bourgeoisie, the mood y'all be
Then it's back to the hood where you knew I'd be
Driver's license and the face card, two IDs
Get light off the rosé (uh) bottle we sip
New shorty in my life, she my lottery pick
And if the economy slips, she gon' ride with the kid
City Girl like JT, MIA to the Bridge
Get light
Get light with it
Get light
Yo, Hit-Boy, hold up, bring it back
Yeah
Get light with it
Day party to midnight with it
Ice sweat like a fire hydrant hit it
While the girls double dutch, I double my digits
ATVs, quads with speed
Doin' wheelies, black Lanvin sneaks
Family first, a holiday feast
I constantly seek
Moments like this is peace to say the least
We used to play ball when girls watched we played smoother
I had to try to be like Mike, a cool 3-point shooter
Couldn't be the loser, takin' Gatorade from the cooler
Summer, Fall, Winter, New York girls smokin' hookah
Grown ladies with Mercedes Benz keys and chimneys
Friendly as little kids on 10-speeds
Makes me want to have another seed, I'm simply
Gettin' light on the track, Ripley's Believe It or Not
I'm still the cream of the crop
I was just the tender age of eighteen on the charts
Wasn't even dreamin' this far, believe who you are
The sun doesn't even know it's a star
Get light with it
Day party to midnight with it
Ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it
While the girls double dutch, I double my digits
Dice game pop, peace to my hustlin' niggas
New York, New York
All sorts of bosses who walk the walk
Look how long the blocks is
Ruthless, long range they shoot shit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and party
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and party
Fellas
I know some of the most intelligent women in the world
Is listenin' right now
And all the realest brothers is like, uh
Get light with it
Day party to midnight with it
Ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it
While the girls double dutch, I double my digits
Dice game pop, peace and one love to my niggas
New York, New York
All sorts of bosses who walk the walk
Look how long the blocks is
Ruthless, close range, they shoot shit
Wall Street, racquetball, oysters, masseuses
Bourgeoisie, the mood y'all be
Then it's back to the hood where you knew I'd be
Driver's license and the face card, two IDs
Get light off the rosé (uh) bottle we sip
New shorty in my life, she my lottery pick
And if the economy slips, she gon' ride with the kid
City Girl like JT, MIA to the Bridge
Get light
Get light with it
Get light
Yo, Hit-Boy, hold up, bring it back
Yeah
Get light with it
Day party to midnight with it
Ice sweat like a fire hydrant hit it
While the girls double dutch, I double my digits
ATVs, quads with speed
Doin' wheelies, black Lanvin sneaks
Family first, a holiday feast
I constantly seek
Moments like this is peace to say the least
We used to play ball when girls watched we played smoother
I had to try to be like Mike, a cool 3-point shooter
Couldn't be the loser, takin' Gatorade from the cooler
Summer, Fall, Winter, New York girls smokin' hookah
Grown ladies with Mercedes Benz keys and chimneys
Friendly as little kids on 10-speeds
Makes me want to have another seed, I'm simply
Gettin' light on the track, Ripley's Believe It or Not
I'm still the cream of the crop
I was just the tender age of eighteen on the charts
Wasn't even dreamin' this far, believe who you are
The sun doesn't even know it's a star
Get light with it
Day party to midnight with it
Ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it
While the girls double dutch, I double my digits
Dice game pop, peace to my hustlin' niggas
New York, New York
All sorts of bosses who walk the walk
Look how long the blocks is
Ruthless, long range they shoot shit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and party
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and party
Writer: Chauncey Hollis Jr., Nasir Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group