Текст песни Noreaga - N.O.R.E.
Noreaga - N.O.R.E. слова песни
Verse 1: NoreagaMy life is like a movie, aiyyo da bad guy losegood guy win, weak nigga pretend, to be live when he not reallyI smoke a foul phillie, write rhymes try to stay illyI got two seeds, had `em both in the same monthya plan it like that but things occur, baby moms hatin` meI ain`t hatin` her, yo, you know what?Most of the time that`s way the go, one minute you high, the next you lowNot a soul love, they just love the doeSometimes I think if a nigga wasn`t Nore, whatcould I have bumped that bitch like I didand would I get ass as a regular kid, only twenty yearsdon`t understand this shit, nigga fake me, jealous of my manuscriptI, manage to flip, casually rip, for my loyal niggasfuck that cat`s some snitch, I did a bid, came home survival thugdon`t come thru so I don`t show love, that` how they view mehatin` me, tryin` to screw me, and your bitches only catch me in jacuzzi`sat some other shows, politickin` with my other pro`sKickin` back, what?Callin` up some other hoeHook:In a minute, I won`t claim no setYo, you can`t find me, gotta hit me on the InternetW-W-dot-Nore, if not call meI used to dream of, gettin` out of this rough shitNow it seems I`m trapped inside of thug shitIn a minute, I won`t claim no setYo, you can`t find me, gotta hit me on the InternetW-W-dot-Nore, if not call meI used to dream of, gettin` out of this rough shitNow it seems I`m trapped inside of thug shitVerse 2: NoreagaFor my thug niggas, just livin` they lifedrivin` expansive cars, always got one wifewhere they could hide the work at, how to eat plus to work thatMost of y`all hoes know y`all not worth thatAnd ya know me, type a nigga play no DI`m feelin` like my man HollywoodGreen chronic make me feel goodTotal Recall the hoodremember when niggas just stood where they shouldNow these niggas actin` outta place, talkin` out they fuckin` faceScreamin` how the real when they the snakesYo, this Titanic bullshit, overdose shit, nap shit48 hours left to clap shit, crack shit, bogard like BogotaWhile ya imbosiles still really think y`all realJust because ya bust a gat don`t mean you keepin` it realYo, I`m ill wit` the heat, and I`m ill wit` the pillOn the street, or on the mic, dick what you like?While y`all jealous niggas hatin` me just on spiteI`m like Digital Underground, do what you likeMy Cartier`s glow like laser`s, Fantasia`sAt every show what, got y`all hoe`s pushin` up Daisy`sN.O.R.E. the way I plan this shit, yeah like Mase saidPhonin` young bitches `n shitHook