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[Intro] Head bussa . . . |
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Head bussa . . . |
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Head bussa . . . |
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Head bussa . . . |
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I don't know 'bout you, but |
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I'm a head bussa (head bussa) [Verse: Noreaga] [Chorus 4x] |
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Hey yo . . . |
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Yo, N-O-R, you can catch me in my favorite car (car) |
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Drop Lex, black truck, |
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Gordo the "Lazy R" |
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And if you is what you smoke then - hey y'all |
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I'm like a pitcher, |
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I throw my hits crazy far |
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I'm never faired up (faired up) |
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I got some lead what (lead what) |
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I'm like whatever |
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God, ain't a nigga better guard? |
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And keeps some chicks in my whips and they always just fuck my head up |
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I rock a Neptunes beat like it's a leather garm |
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Know about you, but |
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I'm a bed crusher |
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See I don't know about you, but |
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I'm a head bussa |
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Chicks love us anyway, cause we just make hits |
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You see it's |
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God Favorite, he built the project bricks |
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No Re-my, |
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I'm good with just water and fish |
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Thugged out |
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Militainment see we focused - bitch |
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Stand strong in the pain, see me hold my pivot |
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Or you can catch me in |
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LA, with a |
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Mexican midget [Chorus 4x] |
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See I'm a |
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Philly nigga, |
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I can't fuck wit a duck chick [Verse: Noreaga] |
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Yo, yo . . . |
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Automatic whips, can't fuck wit a slut chick |
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Jo-se (Jose) |
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I'm so relaxed it seems |
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The first nigga sellin' cracks through a fax machine |
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Shit Star |
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Tek (Star Tek) |
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I hold my gun in the raids |
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And I can make planes crash through a two-way page |
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Niggas stack like, act like |
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I ain't made mad classics |
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Like I'm a new artist, demerit these rat bastards |
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But that's aight cause |
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I'm a still make more |
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And I could sell bad work, still say that it's raw |
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I make songs for the poor niggas |
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The most "Grimey" and raw niggas, the ki-ki-kickin' your door niggas |
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Go arm wrestle next, see whose neck |
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I break She a bed crusher, see |
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I'm a bad person |
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I send my little man home (dude go home man) have to check out late [Chorus 7x] [Bridge] |
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Duh . . . |
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Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name (N-O-R) |
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Ain't a damn - thing the same |
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Millionaires, that change the game |
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That got 9/11 clouds (clouds) and bullets that grain |
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Don't calm down (down) this is soldier game (fa' sho nigga) |
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Kill for money, the raw and the caine |
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Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigga |
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Fix your fingers, show me what you are [Verse: Noreaga] |
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That I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to sell |
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See I'm a head bussa (bussa) it ain't hard to tell |
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And them Def |
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Jam niggas put that paper behind us |
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We left that other label, and the hatin' behind us |
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Niggas want beef, it ain't hard to find us |
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We in the ' |
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Lac Truck, them niggas in |
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Path-Finders and-uh |
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People wanna scream they like |
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N.O.R.E.! , |
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N.O.R.E.! |
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The crime scene like |
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N.O.R.E.! , |
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N.O.R.E.! |
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Man, I'm outta' town my niggas travel, too |
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A new-car, ask the |
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Jake, they call me "know shit" |
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We in LA getting' sucked off in |
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Malibu And hold this, yea nigga just know this |
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Cause everytime they question me, |
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I don't know shit |
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I always drink |
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Henny, hardly know the ' |
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Cris Straight monster-wrist, |
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I keep a ill beat |
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And niggas hardly like you, your shit still weak [Bridge] [Chorus 8x] |