Nas - Blunt Ashes Lyrics

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Yo, I wonder if Langston Hughes and Alex Haley
Got blazed before they told stories
I’m a get blazed before I tell y’all stories
I saw on t.v today, this man lost his son, his son died
So he had him cremated, took his ashes, and then made it to a Diamond ring
Now he watches his son shine everyday
I just thought about that, while I sit here ashing in this ash tray, yea

The makin‘ of a mad band
Intricate stories of DeVante Swing
Ava Gardner, the crashin‘ of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James and it goes..

Prince wanted Alexander O’Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But Alex was puttin‘ coke in his nose, nigga whylin‘
Could be a myth but I swear that the source was close, Phyllis Hyman
Killed herself, it was crazy, mommy was bad they say
Donny Hathaway freefall from a balcony, he swings

As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray
I could see my whole life fly past me
Did I?, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?
And will the money and fame out last me?

The blunt’s ash falls down in the ash tray
Will I see my whole life fly past me?
I’m askin‘ did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?
Did I?… anything else you wanna know, just wanna ask me?

Sam trusted Womack with his main lady
He tossin‘ in the grave, like, „this is how you repay me“?
A change gon‘ come, wish you didn’t trust me so much
Marvin said „no mountain’s high enough, fly stuff“

David Ruffin was punchin‘ Tammy Terrell, gave her concussions
While the Funk Brothers was layin‘ down the percussion
When Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried
Many people said that she was laughin‘ inside

As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray
I could see my whole life fly past me
Did I?, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?
And will the money and fame out last me?

The blunt’s ash falls down in the ash tray
Will I see my whole life fly past me?
I’m askin‘ did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?
Did I?… anything else you wanna know, just wanna ask me?

John F. Kennedy’s, enemies dealt with treachery
It interests me, Judy Campbell in Gucci sandals
She’s what a temptress be
The death of Ennis Cosby, what a mystery

Or the Chicagoan Harold Washington
Someone is sabotaging them
Watch out for the traps
Larry Troutman killed his brother Roger Troutman

Then he killed himself, that’s the end of Zapp
And I wouldn’t change a thing, mistakes of the greats
This is what came from their pain
From their hurt we gain, an unfair exchange

As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray
I could see my whole life fly past me
Did I?, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?
And will the money and fame out last me?
The blunt’s ash falls down in the ash tray
Will I see my whole life fly past me?
I’m askin‘ did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?

I could smell old bogey cigars
Long record perfumes, smellin‘ just as sweet, ha-ha
Me and my wife K, flyin‘ in a drop-top like Ruby and Ottis Davis baby
Knaw’mean?, yo man, I get smoked out, and start thinkin‘ about

Patty McDaniels got a Oscar, for playin‘ Mami in ‚Gone With The Wind‘
And she didn’t get allowed, wasn’t even allowed to go to the premier
Could’ya’believe that?, couldn’t go to premier to her joint
Tssk. man, you know they were strong back then man
Blunt from my ash tray, nothin‘ gon‘ to live past me, yea, yea, yea

Songwriter: MARK WEBBER, NASIR JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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