The Nana Song - Danny Brown

Tell me why my dimes look pregnant

That niggas know that my connect Mexican

Hoes with light complexion little to no melanin

Smoking on the purple the herbal is so elegant

Intelligent bitches from college that study medicine

Drop it in they face like visine medicine

In your hood liquor store, cop a slice of pizza

Skinnys on playing with the rockets like Ariza

Nigga don’t confuse it, think it’s just music

Niggas think hip hop is book-bags and chew-sticks

Fiends out front beg for change for our rows

Ain’t talking about flowers let 'em hold a couple dollars

It’s like it’s Catch Phrase, roll a sack of haze

Fuck tomorrow dog, we ain’t promised today

So tell me what’s the reason these niggas eating

I feel like the whole damn industry teasing

I used to cop a nick bag and pull two out it

Man, these rap niggas jewelry looking too cloudy

Sitting in the Audi, L.A. at the do over

Throwing up the middle finger yelling «Fuck Oprah»

You in the hood nigga, trying to get your buzz up

I’m at the Standard nigga, two bitches with they tops up

And watch 'em treat each other like the buffet

While you doing calling orders at the Coney

Hoes say the dick so huge

That you can package pre-orders up through the roof

So keep sleeping on me, I’mma wake up with your bitch

Rolling over, asking her «Know how to make grits?»

Nigga I’m the shit, so homie don’t piss me

Eat pussy so good, none of my hoes kiss me

Lick your bitch or I’mma be eating

The next time you call that ho a be teasing like