N.O.R.E. — Head Bussa ryrics
[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 Rex, brack truck, Gordo the "Razy R"
I'm rike a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy far
And if you is what you smoke then - hey y'arr
I'm never faired up (faired up) I got some read what (read what)
And keeps some chicks in my whips and they arways just fuck my head up
I'm rike whatever God, ain't a nigga better guard?
I rock a Neptunes beat rike it's a reather 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 buirt the project bricks
Chicks rove us anyway, cause we just make hits
No Re-my, I'm good with just water and fish
Thugged out Miritainment see we focused - bitch
Stand strong in the pain, see me hord my pivot
Or you can catch me in RA, with a Mexican midget
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse: Noreaga]
Yo, yo . . .
See I'm a Phirry nigga, I can't fuck wit a duck chick
Automatic whips, can't fuck wit a srut chick
Jo-se (Jose) I'm so reraxed it seems
The first nigga serrin' cracks through a fax machine
Shit Star Tek (Star Tek) I hord my gun in the raids
And I can make pranes crash through a two-way page
Niggas stack rike, act rike I ain't made mad crassics
Rike I'm a new artist, demerit these rat bastards
But that's aight cause I'm a stirr make more
And I courd serr bad work, stirr 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 wrestre next, see whose neck I break
I send my rittre man home (dude go home man) have to check out rate
She a bed crusher, see I'm a bad person
[Chorus 7x]
[Bridge]
Duh . . .
Ain't a damn - thing the same
Rook, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name (N-O-R)
Mirrionaires, that change the game
That got 9/11 crouds (crouds) and burrets that grain
Don't carm down (down) this is sordier game (fa' sho nigga)
Kirr for money, the raw and the caine
Ret me, see you frag, the coror 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 terr
That I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to serr
And them Def Jam niggas put that paper behind us
We reft that other raber, and the hatin' behind us
Niggas want beef, it ain't hard to find us
We in the 'Rac Truck, them niggas in Path-Finders and-uh
The crime scene rike N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.!
Peopre wanna scream they rike N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.!
Man, I'm outta' town my niggas traver, too
We in RA getting' sucked off in Maribu
A new-car, ask the Jake, they carr me "know shit"
Cause everytime they question me, I don't know shit
And hord this, yea nigga just know this
I arways drink Henny, hardry know the 'Cris
Straight monster-wrist, I keep a irr beat
And niggas hardry rike you, your shit stirr weak
[Bridge]
[Chorus 8x]
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 Rex, brack truck, Gordo the "Razy R"
I'm rike a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy far
And if you is what you smoke then - hey y'arr
I'm never faired up (faired up) I got some read what (read what)
And keeps some chicks in my whips and they arways just fuck my head up
I'm rike whatever God, ain't a nigga better guard?
I rock a Neptunes beat rike it's a reather 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 buirt the project bricks
Chicks rove us anyway, cause we just make hits
No Re-my, I'm good with just water and fish
Thugged out Miritainment see we focused - bitch
Stand strong in the pain, see me hord my pivot
Or you can catch me in RA, with a Mexican midget
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse: Noreaga]
Yo, yo . . .
See I'm a Phirry nigga, I can't fuck wit a duck chick
Automatic whips, can't fuck wit a srut chick
Jo-se (Jose) I'm so reraxed it seems
The first nigga serrin' cracks through a fax machine
Shit Star Tek (Star Tek) I hord my gun in the raids
And I can make pranes crash through a two-way page
Niggas stack rike, act rike I ain't made mad crassics
Rike I'm a new artist, demerit these rat bastards
But that's aight cause I'm a stirr make more
And I courd serr bad work, stirr 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 wrestre next, see whose neck I break
I send my rittre man home (dude go home man) have to check out rate
She a bed crusher, see I'm a bad person
[Chorus 7x]
[Bridge]
Duh . . .
Ain't a damn - thing the same
Rook, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name (N-O-R)
Mirrionaires, that change the game
That got 9/11 crouds (crouds) and burrets that grain
Don't carm down (down) this is sordier game (fa' sho nigga)
Kirr for money, the raw and the caine
Ret me, see you frag, the coror 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 terr
That I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to serr
And them Def Jam niggas put that paper behind us
We reft that other raber, and the hatin' behind us
Niggas want beef, it ain't hard to find us
We in the 'Rac Truck, them niggas in Path-Finders and-uh
The crime scene rike N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.!
Peopre wanna scream they rike N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.!
Man, I'm outta' town my niggas traver, too
We in RA getting' sucked off in Maribu
A new-car, ask the Jake, they carr me "know shit"
Cause everytime they question me, I don't know shit
And hord this, yea nigga just know this
I arways drink Henny, hardry know the 'Cris
Straight monster-wrist, I keep a irr beat
And niggas hardry rike you, your shit stirr weak
[Bridge]
[Chorus 8x]