歌手:Noreaga
专辑:《God's Favorite》

[Intro] Head bussa . . .
Head bussa . . .
Head bussa . . .
Head bussa . . .
I don't know 'bout you, but
I'm 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 y'all
I'm like a pitcher,
I throw my hits crazy far
I'm never faired up (faired up)
I got some lead what (lead what)
I'm like whatever
God, ain't a ***** better guard?
And keeps some chicks in my whips and they always just **** my head up
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
Chicks love us anyway, cause we just make hits
You see it's
God Favorite, he built the project bricks
No Re-my,
I'm good with just water and fish
Thugged out
Militainment see we focused - *****
Stand strong in the pain, see me hold my pivot
Or you can catch me in
LA, with a
Mexican midget [Chorus 4x]
See I'm a
Philly *****,
I can't **** wit a duck chick [Verse: Noreaga]
Yo, yo . . .
Automatic whips, can't **** wit a slut chick
Jo-se (Jose)
I'm so relaxed it seems
The first ***** sellin' cracks through a fax machine
**** Star
Tek (Star Tek)
I hold my gun in the raids
And I can make planes crash through a two-way page
*****s 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 *****s
The most "Grimey" and raw *****s, the ki-ki-kickin' your door *****s
Go arm wrestle next, see whose neck
I break She a bed crusher, see
I'm a bad person
I send my little man home (dude go home man) have to check out late [Chorus 7x] [Bridge]
Duh . . .
Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name (N-O-R)
Ain't a damn - thing the same
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 *****)
Kill for money, the raw and the caine
Let me, see you flag, the color of car *****
Fix your fingers, show me what you are [Verse: Noreaga]
That I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to sell
See I'm a head bussa (bussa) it ain't hard to tell
And them Def
Jam *****s put that paper behind us
We left that other label, and the hatin' behind us
*****s want beef, it ain't hard to find us
We in the '
Lac Truck, them *****s 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, I'm outta' town my *****s travel, too
A new-car, ask the
Jake, they call me "know ****"
We in LA getting' sucked off in
Malibu And hold this, yea ***** just know this
Cause everytime they question me,
I don't know ****
I always drink
Henny, hardly know the '
Cris Straight monster-wrist,
I keep a ill beat
And *****s hardly like you, your **** still weak [Bridge] [Chorus 8x]