Текст (слова) песни: Noreaga - Head Bussa

 
[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]
 

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