Loco‐Motive Songtext
von Nas feat. The Large Professor

(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
(42nd Street Terminal)

Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it, my religion is reefer
Big money and the most uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are realistic, nothing is figurative
I can wish it into existing, God want this nigga to live

Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead
Who are you niggas? Why argue niggas?
The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas

They wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, Nas did this
Pointing to they scars like, right here, baby, really Nas did this
Like a badge of honor, not bragging I′m just honest
War stories we tell them, nothing's realer than karma

Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey
Rap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimply
Shattering your silence, passing round the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery


Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst
I′ll fuck your wife 'cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous

Yo, what we talking 'bout niggas?
What we talking ′bout niggas?
This is Nas, what, Nas
What, Nasty, what, recollect motherfucker (uh, uh, uh)

At 17 I made 17 thousand living in public housing
Integrity intact, repping hard
They asking how he disappear and reappear back on top
Saying Nas must have naked pictures of God or something

To keep winning is my way like Francis
As long as I′m breathing, I'll take chances
A soldier coming home, 20 years old with no legs
Sayin′ there's no sense to cry and complain, just go ′head

So much to write and say, yo, I don't know where to start
So I′ll begin with the basics and flow from the heart
I know you think my life is good 'cause my diamond piece
But my life been good since I started finding peace


I shouldn't even be smiling, I should be angry and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper, then made it back
Like Trump being up down up, play with cash, huh

My nigga′s like a locomotive
Nas, we pushed it, mush it
Queensbridge to Bushwick
Harlem, Bronx, all that
You ain′t even supposed to be here
You know where you at?

At night, New York, eat a slice too hot
Use my tongue to tear the skin hanging from the roof of my mouth
Shit was felicissimo melting pot, city sweltering hot
Staggering, drunker than them cops that 2Pac shot

I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed reaching
Soon as I heard them iron wheels screeching
When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught
Token man safe behind a locked door for sure

Minor thief shit, minor league shit, beasting
Looking for the juks young, but now we older chiefing
In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick
Bugging on how his imagination was so sick

It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth
Alcohol aging my niggas faster than felonies
How dare I, must be, something in the air that corrupts me
Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease
I′m here y'all

This for my trapped in the ′90s niggas
For my trapped in the '90s niggas
Ha, for y′all niggas