Rewind - Nas: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Rewind

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Rewind fue lanzado el 17 de diciembre de 2001 por Columbia como parte del álbum Stillmatic

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumStillmatic

Fecha de lanzamiento17 de diciembre de 2001

Sello discográficoColumbia

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM96

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes

Nas

Voces

T La Rock

Sampler

The J. Geils Band

The J. Geils Band

Sampler

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Nas

Autoría

Rick Rubin

Autoría

Lillian Armstrong

Lillian Armstrong

Autoría

Producción e ingeniería

Large Professor for Paul Sea Productions, Inc.

Large Professor for Paul Sea Productions, Inc.

Producción

Destiny Jones

Producción ejecutiva

Jake Ninan

Asistente de ingeniería

Paul Gregory

Asistente de ingeniería

Kevin Crause

Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

[Verse 1]

Listen up, gangstas and honeys with your hair done

Pull up a chair, hon', and put it in the air, son

Dog, whatever they call you, God, just listen

I'll spit a story backwards, it starts at the endin'

The bullet goes back in the gun

The bullet holes close in this chest of a ****, now he back to square one

Screamin', "shoot don't please", I put my fifth back on my hip

It's like a VCR rewindin' a hit

He put his hands back on his bitch, my caravan doors open up

I jumped back in the van, they closin' shut

Goin' reverse, slowly prepared

My **** Jungle utters out somethin' crazy like, "Go he there"

Sittin' back in his chair, we hittin' the roach

The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth

Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar

The blunt turns back into a cigar

We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans

Spinnin' records backwards of AC/DC

I give my **** dap, jump out the van, back first

Back upstairs, took off the black shirt

I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear

Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear

The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"

So with my mouth wide, holdin' my heat

Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for you

'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemy's the"

Hung up the phone, then the phone rang

I'm laid in the bed, thinkin' about this pretty young thing

Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug

She fell to my bed and gave me a hug

I told her, "No hell," she talkin' 'bout, "Me kiss"

Bobbed her head then spit a nut back in my dick

Started suckin' with no hands, a whole lot of spit

Then got up and put her bra back on her tits

Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"

Picked up her Gucci bag and left a **** behind

Walkin' through the door, she rang the bell twice

I vomited vodka back in my glass with juice and ice

The clock went back from three to two to one

And that's about the time the story begun

That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell

It said, "Son, we found that **** we gotta kill"

Written by: Large Professor, Lillian Armstrong, Nas, Rick Rubin

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