Na Na Freestyle
Young Chris Lyrics


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What, uh, c'mon, uh, keep the change, my nigga, (it's too late)
It's too late for that
Don't gotta to spit that game
Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that
Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that

Uh, uh, young, Neptunes, Young Chris, R-O-C
Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get dollars
Pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug my nuts, bitch holla

[Chorus]
My nigga, please, you ain't signing no checks like these
My nigga, please, you pushing no wheels like these
My nigga, please, you ain't holding no tecks like these
My nigga, please, you don't pop in vest like these

My nigga please, uh-huh, uh,
This my world, pimp stroll
Nigga please, you ain't start out from your trunk
Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk
Nigga please, chumps don't tour like us
You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus
Nigga please, you ain't got your neck all froze
With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes
Nigga please, you don't be getting no hoes
With La Perla on they cheeks, can't be messing with cheap chicks
Nigga please, you seldom seen with chicks in 7 jeans
Manolo Blahnik I'm going through they body like an ultrasonic
You ain't got 'em blowing no chronic
Divine intervention, you can't prevent me from shining
Nigga please, I been around the world
Damn near beat Jordan in around-the-world
Nigga please, you can't even hold my shoes
I got wannabes who wannabe me that sound (nigga) better than you

[Chorus]

Uh, pimp strolling on 'em
Black diamonds, rose goldin' on 'em
Paper foldin' on 'em
Snuck pass the dog noses with the Foldger's on 'em
Keys, Saran Wrap with petroleum on 'em
Snitch got pinched but he toned it on 'em
Lawyers got it adjourned, try ? on 'em
Witnesses, it's no holdin' on 'em
Just George Jefferson strollin' on 'em
Nigga please, this is me, this is real as it be
My videos is like real TV
That chick, that's me, that six, that's me
That boat, I had it on the Mediterranean sea
Nigga please

[Chorus]

Yo, yo,
Nigga please, y'all ain't seeing no checks like these (no)
Y'all don't run up in record labels demanding respect like we
Y'all don't rock your Roc-A-Wear Nike checks like we
Y'all coach class, y'all never private jet like we
My nigga please, y'all don't smoke the sour diesel like us
You don't go to Pop and get ya flour cheaper than us
Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us
And repeat it we must, y'all don't re-up like us
Ay, y'all ain't being like us, 'cause y'all don't see it like us
The move the D's when they rush
My nigga please, they must be on E's and dust
Then niggas f'in with pills, y'all don't get G's like us
My nigga please, y'all young'ns ain't got O.G.s like me
B. Sig, Young Hov', Dame Dash, Kareem
Nigga please, somebody must've gassed your team
Think a nigga outrun or outlast gangrene (Gang Green)
My nigga please

[Chorus]

Amazing man, got your aerosol,
I made my money, but don't trouble the law
I keep the women's around
I got the gremlin's crazy
And wanna know the time
Better have me shades, see
My nigga please





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

In Young Chris's song Na Na Freestyle, the rapper is addressing other individuals who try to challenge or compete with him by making claims about their success and status. He dismisses them by saying "keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that" and goes on to list his own achievements and successes. The lyrics in the chorus continue to reinforce this theme of superiority, with Chris pointing out that these individuals are not at his level in terms of making money, driving luxury cars, or having access to expensive and rare items. Chris also uses slang throughout the song, such as "pimp stroll" and "pop my collar" to further highlight his swagger and confidence.


Overall, the song is about establishing oneself as the top dog and not entertaining any challengers who are deemed unworthy. It expresses a sense of pride and self-assuredness that is common in hip hop culture.


Line by Line Meaning

What, uh, c'mon, uh, keep the change, my nigga, (it's too late)
I don't want to hear it anymore, it's too late for that. Keep the change.


It's too late for that Don't gotta to spit that game Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that
It's too late for you to try to impress me by spitting game. Keep your change and don't waste your time trying anymore.


Uh, uh, young, Neptunes, Young Chris, R-O-C Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get dollars Pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug my nuts, bitch holla
I am Young Chris, from R-O-C, with Neptunes producing my music. My style is the pimp stroll, popping my collar, and making money on the block. Bitches can't resist me.


[Chorus] My nigga, please, you ain't signing no checks like these My nigga, please, you pushing no wheels like these My nigga, please, you ain't holding no tecks like these My nigga, please, you don't pop in vest like these
Stop acting like you're on my level. You aren't signing checks, driving cars, holding weapons, or dressing as fly as I am.


My nigga please, uh-huh, uh, This my world, pimp stroll Nigga please, you ain't start out from your trunk Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk Nigga please, chumps don't tour like us You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus Nigga please, you ain't got your neck all froze With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes Nigga please, you don't be getting no hoes With La Perla on they cheeks, can't be messing with cheap chicks Nigga please, you seldom seen with chicks in 7 jeans Manolo Blahnik I'm going through they body like an ultrasonic You ain't got 'em blowing no chronic Divine intervention, you can't prevent me from shining Nigga please, I been around the world Damn near beat Jordan in around-the-world Nigga please, you can't even hold my shoes I got wannabes who wannabe me that sound (nigga) better than you
I am at the top of the game and you can't compete with me. I started from nothing and made it to the top. I have cars, clothes, women, and success that you can only dream of. I'm shining so bright, you can't prevent it. I've traveled the world and even beat Jordan at a game. You are nothing compared to me.


Uh, pimp strolling on 'em Black diamonds, rose goldin' on 'em Paper foldin' on 'em Snuck pass the dog noses with the Foldger's on 'em Keys, Saran Wrap with petroleum on 'em Snitch got pinched but he toned it on 'em Lawyers got it adjourned, try ? on 'em Witnesses, it's no holdin' on 'em Just George Jefferson strollin' on 'em Nigga please, this is me, this is real as it be My videos is like real TV That chick, that's me, that six, that's me That boat, I had it on the Mediterranean sea Nigga please
I'm strolling around with my pimp walk and expensive jewelry, making money left and right. I snuck past police dogs with coffee. I have everything, including lawyers and boats on the Mediterranean. This is all me, and I show it off in my music videos. Don't try to be like me, you can never compare.


Yo, yo, Nigga please, y'all ain't seeing no checks like these (no) Y'all don't run up in record labels demanding respect like we Y'all don't rock your Roc-A-Wear Nike checks like we Y'all coach class, y'all never private jet like we My nigga please, y'all don't smoke the sour diesel like us You don't go to Pop and get ya flour cheaper than us Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us And repeat it we must, y'all don't re-up like us Ay, y'all ain't being like us, 'cause y'all don't see it like us The move the D's when they rush My nigga please, they must be on E's and dust Then niggas f'in with pills, y'all don't get G's like us My nigga please, y'all young'ns ain't got O.G.s like me B. Sig, Young Hov', Dame Dash, Kareem Nigga please, somebody must've gassed your team Think a nigga outrun or outlast gangrene (Gang Green) My nigga please
You and your group can't compare with me and my crew. We're making money, smoking the best, and traveling in private jets. We hustle harder than anyone else, and we've earned our O.G. status. You can't keep up with us, and your team is weak. Don't try to compete with us, you'll never outrun us.


[Chorus] My nigga please
Again, stop pretending to be on my level. You will never be like me.


Amazing man, got your aerosol, I made my money, but don't trouble the law I keep the women's around I got the gremlin's crazy And wanna know the time Better have me shades, see My nigga please
I am amazing, making money without breaking any laws. I have women chasing after me and even gremlins are crazy over me. You better have sunglasses on because I'm shining so bright. Stop trying to compete with me.


[Chorus]
Once again, you can't be like me, so stop trying.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CHAD HUGO, CHRIS RIES, PHARRELL WILLIAMS, PHARRELL L WILLIAMS, SHAWN CARTER, SHAWN C CARTER

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No hooks, Straight spitting bars ova this

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