Lehhhgooo - N.O.R.E., Busta Rhymes, The Game

Lehhhgooo - N.O.R.E., Busta Rhymes, The Game

Альбом
DJ Green Lantern Presents - Crack on Steroids
Год
2012
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
248450

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Lehhhgooo

N.O.R.E., Busta Rhymes, The Game

Y’all know what it is

I sneak up in the club

I got that ratchet on me

You don’t want me to bug

You know what niggas call me

They call me superthug

And if a nigga act up, I let go me a slug

Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo

Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo

Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo

Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo

Fast car, top down

Do she know how I like it?

Top down

Red top, red bottoms

What up with J.B.

The feds try to ride em

Guacamole, my pistol-I

Kick niggas in they face, soccer goalie

Uh huh, I’m kinda feeling myself

No E-pill or nothin' but I’m feelin myself

Yup, Southpaw awkward, left hand slapbox

Them bitches whip soft toys, matchbox

And I be good on them back blocks

I’m old school with the drop tops and rag tops

Brought the cash boy, iPads and laptops

I got the hammer there, still in the stash box

I stand tall, youngins look up to me

And OGs got love, they fuck with me

Somebody walked up and told me Nore shot somebody

So I shot him and turned up my Rakim

Sped off, black Lincoln sittin' on stock rims

Under black tint Cincinnati cock brim

You know my flavor nigga, pull out your razor nigga

Let 'em slice me once then I’m a blaze a nigga

Taste your blood like 45 minutes after Mayweather lace his gloves fighting

Pacquiao

And all you little new niggas jockin' styles

Just to pack a crowd, I come through acting wild

Dressed in all black, blacker than a black and mild

Blowing on that sour diesel, fuck yeah my jacket loud

My bitches scream, my tires screech

I bust guns and I wire teeth

Hurricane and N.O.R.E

Can’t live with us then put us where God be

You’re like a Flocka calm down, shawty let it go

Brick squad pulled up it’s like a car show

Bands in my pocket, flag out my cargos

V.I.P.

status so I’m walking through the back door

On that Remy V, I don’t want brown

I love the sound when your girl go down

Beef you better let it go

My youngins, they’ll open up your cantaloupe

Every round on me 'til the bar close

Worlds above haters, Chicago

Got a 9 on me, call me Rondo

Easter pink in my cup, no Nuvo

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