Tytuł: Head Bussa

• Wykonawca: Noreaga
• Wyświetleń: 311

  [Intro]
  Head bussa . . .
  Head bussa . . .
  Head bussa . . .
  Head bussa . . .
  
  [Chorus 4x]
  I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa (head bussa)
  
  [Verse: Noreaga]
  Hey yo . . .
  Yo, N-O-R, you can catch me in my favorite car (car)
  Drop Lex, black truck, Gordo the "Lazy R"
  I'm like a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy far
  And if you is what you smoke then - hey y'all
  I'm never faired up (faired up) I got some lead what (lead what)
  And keeps some chicks in my whips and they always just fuck my head up
  I'm like whatever God, ain't a nigga better guard?
  I rock a Neptunes beat like it's a leather garm
  Know about you, but I'm a bed crusher
  See I don't know about you, but I'm a head bussa
  You see it's God Favorite, he built the project bricks
  Chicks love us anyway, cause we just make hits
  No Re-my, I'm 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]
  
  [Verse: Noreaga]
  Yo, yo . . .
  See I'm a Philly nigga, I can't fuck wit a duck chick
  Automatic whips, can't fuck wit a slut chick
  Jo-se (Jose) I'm 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 ain't made mad classics
  Like I'm a new artist, demerit these rat bastards
  But that's aight cause I'm a still make more
  And I could sell bad work, still say that it's 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
  I send my little man home (dude go home man) have to check out late
  She a bed crusher, see I'm a bad person
  
  [Chorus 7x]
  
  [Bridge]
  Duh . . .
  Ain't a damn - thing the same
  Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name (N-O-R)
  Millionaires, that change the game
  That got 9/11 clouds (clouds) and bullets that grain
  Don't 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]
  See I'm a head bussa (bussa) it ain't hard to tell
  That I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to sell
  And them Def Jam niggas put that paper behind us
  We left that other label, and the hatin' behind us
  Niggas want beef, it ain't hard to find us
  We in the 'Lac Truck, them niggas in Path-Finders and-uh
  The crime scene like N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.!
  People wanna scream they like N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.!
  Man, I'm outta' town my niggas travel, too
  We in LA getting' sucked off in Malibu
  A new-car, ask the Jake, they call me "know shit"
  Cause everytime they question me, I don't know shit
  And hold this, yea nigga just know this
  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]