Head Bussa
Noreaga
Head Bussa 歌詞
[Intro] Head bussa . . .
Head bussa . . .
Head bussa . . .
Head bussa . . .
I dont know bout you, but
Im a head bussa ( head bussa) [Verse: Noreaga] [Chorus 4x]
Hey yo . . .
Yo, N-O-R, you can catch me in my favorite car (car)
Drop Lex, black truck,
Gordo the 'Lazy R'
And if you is what you smoke then - hey yall
Im like a pitcher,
I throw my hits crazy far
Im never faired up (faired up)
I got some lead what (lead what)
Im like whatever
God, aint a nigga better guard?
And keeps some chicks in my whips and they always just fuck my head up
I rock a Neptunes beat like its a leather garm
Know about you, but
Im a bed crusher
See I dont know about you, but
Im a head bussa
Chicks love us anyway, cause we just make hits
You see its
God Favorite, he built the project bricks
No Re-my,
Im good with just water and fish
Thugged out
Militainment see we focused - bitch
Stand strong in the pain, see me hold my pivot
Or you can catch me in
LA, with a
Mexican midget [Chorus 4x]
See Im a
Philly nigga,
I cant fuck wit a duck chick [Verse: Noreaga]
Yo, yo . . .
Automatic whips, cant fuck wit a slut chick
Jo-se (Jose)
Im so relaxed it seems
The first nigga sellin cracks through a fax machine
Shit Star
Tek (Star Tek)
I hold my gun in the raids
And I can make planes crash through a two-way page
Niggas stack like, act like
I aint made mad classics
Like Im a new artist, demerit these rat bastards
But thats aight cause
Im a still make more
And I could sell bad work, still say that its raw
I make songs for the poor niggas
The most 'Grimey' and raw niggas, the ki-ki-kickin your door niggas
Go arm wrestle next, see whose neck
I break She a bed crusher, see
Im a bad person
I send my little man home (dude go home man) have to check out late [Chorus 7x] [Bridge]
Duh . . .
Look, Im a see if ya sayin my name (N-O-R)
Aint a damn - thing the same
Millionaires, that change the game
That got 9/11 clouds (clouds) and bullets that grain
Dont calm down (down) this is soldier game (fa sho nigga)
Kill for money, the raw and the caine
Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigga
Fix your fingers, show me what you are [Verse: Noreaga]
That Im a keep makin hits, it aint hard to sell
See Im a head bussa (bussa) it aint hard to tell
And them Def
Jam niggas put that paper behind us
We left that other label, and the hatin behind us
Niggas want beef, it aint hard to find us
We in the
Lac Truck, them niggas in
Path-Finders and-uh
People wanna scream they like
N.O.R.E.! ,
N.O.R.E.!
The crime scene like
N.O.R.E.! ,
N.O.R.E.!
Man, Im outta town my niggas travel, too
A new-car, ask the
Jake, they call me "know shit'
We in LA getting sucked off in
Malibu And hold this, yea nigga just know this
Cause everytime they question me,
I dont know shit
I always drink
Henny, hardly know the
Cris Straight monster-wrist,
I keep a ill beat
And niggas hardly like you, your shit still weak [Bridge] [Chorus 8x]