| Song | Nahmeanuheard |
| Artist | Noreaga |
| Album | God's Favorite |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barclift, Dean, Santiago | |
| [Dwnlzy] Where my skateboarding *************s at? [Chorus 2x: Dwnlzy] | |
| I know you heard, know you heard | |
| I know you *************s heard | |
| Know you heard, know you heard | |
| I know you ******* heard | |
| I know you all heard | |
| Know you heard, know you heard | |
| What what what what what what what what! | |
| Tell me you heard! [N.O.R.E.] | |
| And I wasn't there, but if | |
| I was Yo, yo, yo, yo pull that ************* over, snatch the ************* out the | |
| Rover Dat dat dat, gun shots all over | |
| There'd been a lot more gun shots goin off then they was | |
| You see my stomach all round, my ************* all big | |
| So, tell 'em hoes to fix they wig | |
| And my guns come mixed like | |
| Robin kids | |
| N.O. ************* ya wife, snatch ya ice | |
| And my coke come white, like | |
| Barkley wife | |
| Can't stand how, these *************s be frontin | |
| Dumpin off 8 shots, ain't hurtin nuttin | |
| And who gives a ************* bout, who's spirits is better? | |
| Me and Swizz with another one, hot forever | |
| As long as my *************t is **** when | |
| I put it together | |
| And you can call | |
| Violator, for show that you whoof | |
| I like a Swizz beat, *************t already come with a hook, it go [Chorus] | |
| Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo it's hope sittin, mother*******s know me [N.O.R.E.] | |
| Everytime | |
| I drop an album, *************s | |
| O.D. Though | |
| I send slugs at ya, and ruin your day | |
| And I'ma straight sergeon, | |
| I'll change ya face up | |
| Your like "man there's holes in me, it won't go away" | |
| You'll have no ear, when | |
| I lace ya shape up | |
| And if you even met me, you just a lucky ************* | |
| Cause really | |
| N.O., I don't ************* with *************s | |
| And 9 times out of 10 they gon usually pop | |
| *************s always talk about how much jewels they got | |
| But ************* | |
| I talk guns, that's usually hot | |
| Man, I be spittin like these *************s is dead | |
| It's like herpes, it won't go away, it stay hot | |
| Cause I'ma get my money, these *************s is dead | |
| So what, I be hype, | |
| I be ready to buc | |
| From the closet, | |
| I keep my ****** gear in the truck, it go [N.O.R.E.] [Chorus] | |
| Yo, yo, yo, got the | |
| Lap Truck, tell them hoes to lap up | |
| Hit me on the 2-way, my phone is tapped up | |
| I got the feds on me, | |
| I'm supplying the coke | |
| But if ya hit me on the pager, then use them codes | |
| And don't flash no money, | |
| I act tight broke | |
| Matta fact, don't even hit me, it's too much low | |
| Only been a hood tour, no smoke to groove | |
| Cause man, | |
| I'm in this game with somethin to prove | |
| No promotions, lucky when we hit the news | |
| I was on a record label that loved to loose | |
| Beef, it don't bother us, we got | |
| God with us | |
| Rip some pieces of *************s, we got ' | |
| Card with us | |
| Man, Swizz'd drop it, | |
| I'm ready to do it | |
| Don't think a ************* nice, these *************s is stupid | |
| Man, signed a deal, rap'd sell | |
| And these *************s straight gay, these *************s is squeel, it go [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Barclift, Dean, Santiago | |
| Dwnlzy Where my skateboarding s at? Chorus 2x: Dwnlzy | |
| I know you heard, know you heard | |
| I know you s heard | |
| Know you heard, know you heard | |
| I know you heard | |
| I know you all heard | |
| Know you heard, know you heard | |
| What what what what what what what what! | |
| Tell me you heard! N. O. R. E. | |
| And I wasn' t there, but if | |
| I was Yo, yo, yo, yo pull that over, snatch the out the | |
| Rover Dat dat dat, gun shots all over | |
| There' d been a lot more gun shots goin off then they was | |
| You see my stomach all round, my all big | |
| So, tell ' em hoes to fix they wig | |
| And my guns come mixed like | |
| Robin kids | |
| N. O. ya wife, snatch ya ice | |
| And my coke come white, like | |
| Barkley wife | |
| Can' t stand how, these s be frontin | |
| Dumpin off 8 shots, ain' t hurtin nuttin | |
| And who gives a bout, who' s spirits is better? | |
| Me and Swizz with another one, hot forever | |
| As long as my t is when | |
| I put it together | |
| And you can call | |
| Violator, for show that you whoof | |
| I like a Swizz beat, t already come with a hook, it go Chorus | |
| Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo it' s hope sittin, mother s know me N. O. R. E. | |
| Everytime | |
| I drop an album, s | |
| O. D. Though | |
| I send slugs at ya, and ruin your day | |
| And I' ma straight sergeon, | |
| I' ll change ya face up | |
| Your like " man there' s holes in me, it won' t go away" | |
| You' ll have no ear, when | |
| I lace ya shape up | |
| And if you even met me, you just a lucky | |
| Cause really | |
| N. O., I don' t with s | |
| And 9 times out of 10 they gon usually pop | |
| s always talk about how much jewels they got | |
| But | |
| I talk guns, that' s usually hot | |
| Man, I be spittin like these s is dead | |
| It' s like herpes, it won' t go away, it stay hot | |
| Cause I' ma get my money, these s is dead | |
| So what, I be hype, | |
| I be ready to buc | |
| From the closet, | |
| I keep my gear in the truck, it go N. O. R. E. Chorus | |
| Yo, yo, yo, got the | |
| Lap Truck, tell them hoes to lap up | |
| Hit me on the 2way, my phone is tapped up | |
| I got the feds on me, | |
| I' m supplying the coke | |
| But if ya hit me on the pager, then use them codes | |
| And don' t flash no money, | |
| I act tight broke | |
| Matta fact, don' t even hit me, it' s too much low | |
| Only been a hood tour, no smoke to groove | |
| Cause man, | |
| I' m in this game with somethin to prove | |
| No promotions, lucky when we hit the news | |
| I was on a record label that loved to loose | |
| Beef, it don' t bother us, we got | |
| God with us | |
| Rip some pieces of s, we got ' | |
| Card with us | |
| Man, Swizz' d drop it, | |
| I' m ready to do it | |
| Don' t think a nice, these s is stupid | |
| Man, signed a deal, rap' d sell | |
| And these s straight gay, these s is squeel, it go Chorus |
| zuò cí : Barclift, Dean, Santiago | |
| Dwnlzy Where my skateboarding s at? Chorus 2x: Dwnlzy | |
| I know you heard, know you heard | |
| I know you s heard | |
| Know you heard, know you heard | |
| I know you heard | |
| I know you all heard | |
| Know you heard, know you heard | |
| What what what what what what what what! | |
| Tell me you heard! N. O. R. E. | |
| And I wasn' t there, but if | |
| I was Yo, yo, yo, yo pull that over, snatch the out the | |
| Rover Dat dat dat, gun shots all over | |
| There' d been a lot more gun shots goin off then they was | |
| You see my stomach all round, my all big | |
| So, tell ' em hoes to fix they wig | |
| And my guns come mixed like | |
| Robin kids | |
| N. O. ya wife, snatch ya ice | |
| And my coke come white, like | |
| Barkley wife | |
| Can' t stand how, these s be frontin | |
| Dumpin off 8 shots, ain' t hurtin nuttin | |
| And who gives a bout, who' s spirits is better? | |
| Me and Swizz with another one, hot forever | |
| As long as my t is when | |
| I put it together | |
| And you can call | |
| Violator, for show that you whoof | |
| I like a Swizz beat, t already come with a hook, it go Chorus | |
| Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo it' s hope sittin, mother s know me N. O. R. E. | |
| Everytime | |
| I drop an album, s | |
| O. D. Though | |
| I send slugs at ya, and ruin your day | |
| And I' ma straight sergeon, | |
| I' ll change ya face up | |
| Your like " man there' s holes in me, it won' t go away" | |
| You' ll have no ear, when | |
| I lace ya shape up | |
| And if you even met me, you just a lucky | |
| Cause really | |
| N. O., I don' t with s | |
| And 9 times out of 10 they gon usually pop | |
| s always talk about how much jewels they got | |
| But | |
| I talk guns, that' s usually hot | |
| Man, I be spittin like these s is dead | |
| It' s like herpes, it won' t go away, it stay hot | |
| Cause I' ma get my money, these s is dead | |
| So what, I be hype, | |
| I be ready to buc | |
| From the closet, | |
| I keep my gear in the truck, it go N. O. R. E. Chorus | |
| Yo, yo, yo, got the | |
| Lap Truck, tell them hoes to lap up | |
| Hit me on the 2way, my phone is tapped up | |
| I got the feds on me, | |
| I' m supplying the coke | |
| But if ya hit me on the pager, then use them codes | |
| And don' t flash no money, | |
| I act tight broke | |
| Matta fact, don' t even hit me, it' s too much low | |
| Only been a hood tour, no smoke to groove | |
| Cause man, | |
| I' m in this game with somethin to prove | |
| No promotions, lucky when we hit the news | |
| I was on a record label that loved to loose | |
| Beef, it don' t bother us, we got | |
| God with us | |
| Rip some pieces of s, we got ' | |
| Card with us | |
| Man, Swizz' d drop it, | |
| I' m ready to do it | |
| Don' t think a nice, these s is stupid | |
| Man, signed a deal, rap' d sell | |
| And these s straight gay, these s is squeel, it go Chorus |