N.O.R.E. - Grimey Lyrics

N.O.R.E. - Grimey Video

Noreaga

Yeah nigga part four muh'fucker

Thugged out nigga (Grimey)

Neptunes nigga what nigga (Grimey)

Violator nigga what nigga (Grimey)

This shit is serious type serious (Grimey)

Uh, uh-uh, nigga what nigga (Grimey)

Uh, uh-uh, nigga what nigga (Grimey)

Uh, uh-uh, part four nigga (Grimey)

Yo, yo, yo

 

It's like fuck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury nigga

I smoke boogies, conspiracy theory

It's like I'm Malcolm, with just the X

These bitches swear they in love but it's just the X

Niggas act like, my coke ain't long in stress

Like I don't keep two shotguns, under my chest

I flip, obsolete see I'm the king of the streets

And show muh'fuckers how to rhyme on Neptunes' beats

In Miami, Pun shoulda, won the Grammy

This year I'll bring the shit home to his family

Go 'head, and keep hatin, until you receive

Mad volts in your chest plate, hard to breathe

See you a hater like Star & Buc, nigga what

And fuck Tommy Boy, them niggaz just suck

I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick, hoes swallow my spit

Wanna drink every bottle I sip

 

Chorus: Pharrell Williams

Nigga when that heat, is bustin off

And the ambulance come, and rush you off

And the witness like we don't know dem boys

Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey

Then we resume, hangin with stars

Then we live in fat houses and fat ass cars

Then we drive and scream nigga FUCK the law

Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey

 

Noreaga

Yo, yo

I alternated with the greatest, upgraded my speech

We Violator violatin, y'all niggaz capiche?

It's unsafe like late night on (?) Beach

Drink some river ranches and get slurped at least

Let's have fun wit it, in the Bridge my niggaz dunn wit it

Niggaz had hit records, but we done did it

Pop a collar; see them chicks they like to holla N.O.!

You know them hoes already know they gotta swallow

Money like Nutty Professor fat as fuck

Four gold albums; ain't none of it luck

Brad Pitt, Fight Club shit, fuckin you up

Since you, seem so tense release the mutts

I'm connected, the police release my cuffs

Call me Fillmore, naw nigga cause I'ma feel more

Nigga this my year, you gonna feel Nore

Money we got it but still try and feel more

 

Chorus

 

Bridge: Pharrell Williams (Noreaga)

Type of niggarole, we must be dunns (Grimey)

Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimey)

Nigga get popped can't hush me son (Grimey)

Sellin everything 'til they cuff me dunn (Grimey)

93 Ac' fuck a Range nigga (Grimey)

Saliva at the mouth of your chain nigga (Grimey)

Reynolds wrap, coke, and doo-rags (Grimey)

Never cleanin up, nigga screw that (Grimey)

 

Noreaga

You see we unbreakable, y'all niggaz is uncapable

We 2G nigga we use gats that's untraceable

Still smokin, and niggaz know how I do it

Keep big shanks, shit'll cut in half your Buick

Just me and shorty, late night in the park

And gettin so much brains I'm startin to feel smart

Off Beelzebub, feelin my love with cold heart

See these fake niggaz, my fists'll break niggaz

We switchin labels, now it's time to break niggaz

We switchin labels, now it's time to break niggaz

 

Bridge

 

Pharell Williams

Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey

 

Chorus

 

Noreaga

Violator nigga what nigga (Grimey)

This shit is serious (Grimey)

(Grimey) (Grimey)

(Grimey) (Grimey)..

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N.O.R.E. - Nothin' Lyrics

N.O.R.E. - Nothin' Video

Intro: Pharell

Oh! (Militainment) Oh! (Militainment) Oh! (Militainment) Come on

(Militainment) Oh! (Militainment) This one is the hot one!

(Militainment) Aiyyo! (Militainment)

 

Chorus: Pharell

Homeboy, I came to party, your girl was lookin' at me

She's a haggler naw I'm not taggin' her

But you don't want them boys to come over and start askin' ya

What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin')

What you trynna do, nigga? (Nothin')

What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin')

What you trynna do

 

Noreaga:

 

Yo N-O-R papi say what, that nigga's the man

With his manager Chris and the label that Jams

Still flossin', showin' your rocks

Ain't you dudes heard Grimey man we stoled your watch

It goes Indian style, he's bent in dashiki

Strapped with the veritek baby tec B.T.

True she at the bar lookin' good in the brown dress

Four to six shots and them things ain't around yet

Persona all thugged out loud and clear

Sayin' fuck the straight Henny, just grab me a beer

You see I'm reppin' now, and my mami's I got a weapon now

Shoot at them clowns at they feet, they high steppin' now

Left that wack label cause I don't like pricks

I'm like a hammer that you hold on your hand, I make hits

At the white boy club whylin' buyin the bar

They like hey now, you're an all star, it go

 

Chorus

 

Noreaga:

 

I spit mack millimeter rhymes, kill a liter in line

My nigga Peter got a heater of mines

Niggas still lyin', in they wack ass bars

Only time they seen jail, when they watchin' Oz

I'm in the club pissy drunk like ahhhdadidaaaaa!!!!!!

And mami took her papa like dadadidaaaaa!!!!!!

Adios kill your soul then we body your ghost

They call me gordo, sip champagne and sip porto

Playin' Captain Clue (Man you ain't nappy too!!!)

I like when chocha be nappy too

I treat life like a fast car, low on my speed

I try and chill, and sell more records than Creed

Been a hustler (What? what?) way before Melvin Flynt

A criminal, don't need no prints

These dudes gave me a brick and they ain't seen me since

Coulda woulda, had them dudes straight hoppin' the fence, it go

 

(Chorus)

 

Bridge

La la la la la la la la la (Oh!) (8x)

 

Noreaga:

 

Well oops I dunn dunna again, I got another one

I keep it hid in my pocket I got another one

Fast and furious, dunn dunn dunn tudunn

Still be in, Miami and jet skiin'

In the ocean where the sharks be at, just O.D.'n

Adebesi, want a brick to pay double easy

I got them thangs that a move easy

And I told the lawyer, I sold blow to old Goya

I'm half Spanish, you see I cook coke to Goya

Half spanish, all day arroz con polla

Recognize, when I'm runnin' the game, before me

Chickens wasn't even messin' wit brain, because me

Now you started gettin' head on the westside highway

So recognize my nigga you did it my way

Ice rockin', brick choppin' and gun shoppin'

I did it all beat cases without Cochran

 

(Chorus)

 

Outro

La la la la la la la la la (Oh!) (8x)

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N.O.R.E. - Full Mode Lyrics

N.O.R.E. - Full Mode Video

Intro

Oh, yeah, yeah

Hahahahahahahahaha

Oh, We ain't gon stop

Oh, Militainment, (gangsta nigga), Militainment

 

Chorus x2

I hit you till you drop, (What?) I hit you till you shake (What?)x3

Niggas and bitches (What?) shake ya body till it break (What?)

 

YO, yo, yo...

 

Verse 1

Ayyo, dude's mad, (What?) been in this game for a while (Bitch)

I been, mindin my business sellin cane for a while (That's what happened?)

I can freestyle, but I ain't do it for for a while (Wow)

Hate dude, Slime been hatin for a while (Oh no no)

Shit, coups, sedans, trucks, and drops for a while (You ballin)

But meanwhile, I been good for a while (What happened?)

Just left the hood, was in the hood for a while (You are the man)

Been fuckin these bitches, gettin pussy for a while (Boy, watch ya back)

Boy, watch ya mouth, you been cursin for a while (Yeah)

It's a big show, you been rehearsin for a while

Smash records, they makin hits for a while (That's true)

Used to be, hand-in-hand in the hood for a while (That's true too)

Used to call Miss Cleo, but I ain't call her in a while (That's right)

Used to be in the strip club, been drunk for a while (That's true)

Now I'm like Joe, and stay home for a while (Okay now)

Mami, let's while out and have some fun for a while (Let's go)

 

Chorus x2

 

Yo, yo, yo...

 

Verse 2

Who is this?

The half-Spanish bliddack (Uh huh), NORE i got a minat (Oh, man)

Get found wit 34 to ya chest its like Shid-aq (Huh?)

Ya girl a (?), straight Slime been tryna get at (I heard that)

I told her stop callin my phone, its just a riddap

I smoke bogeys, all day like 2-piddac (Smokin)

And smoke weed, and get drunk but no criddack

Guns go boom, the thing's jammed its like did-dat

Sounds like klit-at-klat-k-klat-klit-at

Still hold biddack, but really you need to sliddack (I know)

My team already diggin ya grave, (For what?) for ya niddap

And chicks love the dick, especially from the biddack

Have 'em sayin, Ohhhh NORE, and all th-that

Magnum XLs, but I mean its too thinnat

Oscar Lopez, it's revolutionary rizzap

The Lord gave me the willpower to bust Gizzat

This is my year, y'all niggas should hold bizzack

 

Chorus x2

 

Homey, open ya eyes and be alert when

The thing get to stutterin, and spittin, and squirtin

Holes in ya body by the time you pull ya heat out

Holes so big, man, ya heart and kidney leak out

I'm motivated by, cars and chains (Uhh)

And innovative ways (Uhh), to rock cocain (Uhh)

38, baby Tek, gloves, and scully (Uhh)

Niggas, watch yaself, I'm too damn gully

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If all dogs go to Heaven, yo, and if thats so

Let's shoot, dawg, them all, yo let's see if we go

I got some low (?) booth or video, for my niggy though

Gave it to Athena, came right back for shiggy though

Wasn't really though, I just signed a new deally-o

Makin more money, now this bitch is in my video

Idiot niggas, call them niggas o-idio

Now they makin collect calls like Arsenio

 

Chorus x2

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