| Lyrics: | See a lot of niggas talking bout war, you understand what Im saying, war,
but now as a nigga
grow, he progreses and he has a lot more happier things
to talk about (more happy), jigga kick
that shit
yo you can catch Norea
in L.A.
wit mo bitches, and I tough titties some
fly hoe's
wit a pound double o's
b-12's extroidinary pushing a man wit (errrr)
exquisite
watch em lock, pivot
move lemme get it
straight dig in it
penetrate till
you get straight Bo Riddick
half of ya friends said they aint see him, and him
from A.M.
(M)
to P.M. (M)
Ill be chillen wit a hoe in the next B.M.
yo I dodge fast
cant mess
wit es crack-heads
back spreads
Purto Rican's wit dreads
yo ma masita
Im not virg
just like the margarita
Guanamena, Guantanamena
Jose its like Juan, back at
Bia-bone
born alone, die alone
never known to cry alone
I hold it down till Capone come
home
I used to never drink, now Im known to drink plenty
Cristal, Henny, Mo get me on the
Remmy
packers sent me dolo, but I order beef semi
Dont make me and my click just down
many
Guinesses
(whut) stay high like the blimpses
nemesis, blow holes through the
premisis
***Chorus***
Noreaga: Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing
it
Gettin hed in the whip, and not crashing it
Nature: yo doggystyle was my favorite
position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
doggystyle was my favorite
position, until I switched shit
dead shit, got on some hed shit
Noreaga: gimme some
hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed
gimme some hed
A yo I cock a
cannon
me and French canannon
travel to the top of the Grand Canyon
we dont fuck, |
