Woorden: Noreaga. God's Favorite. Head Bussa.

[Intro] Head bussa . . . Head bussa . . . Head bussa . . . Head bussa . . . I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa (head bussa) [Verse: Noreaga] [Chorus 4x] Hey yo . . . Yo, N-O-R, you can catch me in my favorite car (car) Drop Lex, black truck, Gordo the "Lazy R" And if you is what you smoke then - hey y'all I'm like a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy far I'm never faired up (faired up) I got some lead what (lead what) I'm like whatever God, ain't a nigga better guard? And keeps some chicks in my whips and they always just fuck my head up I rock a Neptunes beat like it's a leather garm Know about you, but I'm a bed crusher See I don't know about you, but I'm a head bussa Chicks love us anyway, cause we just make hits You see it's God Favorite, he built the project bricks No Re-my, I'm good with just water and fish Thugged out Militainment see we focused - bitch Stand strong in the pain, see me hold my pivot Or you can catch me in LA, with a Mexican midget [Chorus 4x] See I'm a Philly nigga, I can't fuck wit a duck chick [Verse: Noreaga] Yo, yo . . . Automatic whips, can't fuck wit a slut chick Jo-se (Jose) I'm so relaxed it seems The first nigga sellin' cracks through a fax machine Shit Star Tek (Star Tek) I hold my gun in the raids And I can make planes crash through a two-way page Niggas stack like, act like I ain't made mad classics Like I'm a new artist, demerit these rat bastards But that's aight cause I'm a still make more And I could sell bad work, still 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 wrestle next, see whose neck I break She a bed crusher, see I'm a bad person I send my little man home (dude go home man) have to check out late [Chorus 7x] [Bridge] Duh . . . Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name (N-O-R) Ain't a damn - thing the same Millionaires, that change the game That got 9/11 clouds (clouds) and bullets that grain Don't calm down (down) this is soldier game (fa' sho nigga) Kill for money, the raw and the caine Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigga Fix your fingers, show me what you are [Verse: Noreaga] That I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to sell See I'm a head bussa (bussa) it ain't hard to tell And them Def Jam niggas put that paper behind us We left that other label, and the hatin' behind us Niggas want beef, it ain't hard to find us We in the 'Lac Truck, them niggas in Path-Finders and-uh People wanna scream they like N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.! The crime scene like N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.! Man, I'm outta' town my niggas travel, too A new-car, ask the Jake, they call me "know shit" We in LA getting' sucked off in Malibu And hold this, yea nigga just know this Cause everytime they question me, I don't know shit I always drink Henny, hardly know the 'Cris Straight monster-wrist, I keep a ill beat And niggas hardly like you, your shit still weak [Bridge] [Chorus 8x]