Lyrics:
Ohhhhh come on Mami
Its R Time - Don't be shy, grab a guy and
Goooo
Move your body
Show ‘em how it goes down when your Latinooo
Come on Mami
Its R
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
backed by bullies who be peelin' caps
I sack a rapper like linebacker, play my rhyme backwards
You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
wit a matchin G-Shock
When the, spot get hot don't stop, move shop
Find another block restock and take it from the top now
Greed, hate, envy, what cake
[Nokio]
Yo, I can't even make a ghetto joint without even thinkin about a chick
[N.O.R.E]
This is hot right here
ILL combination, Dru Hill,
Word up, Busta Bus, my motherf***in n****, man. (Bus) Yeah, this one n****
right there
[Noreaga]
What, what, yo, you know Nore, type a n****
and move out
Most niggaz try to follow the route
But they can't see what we see
Thugged out like wherever we be
M-A-Z-E, N.O.R.E., Musolini
the bitches out there, you know I'm talkin to you
(we wanna fuck you nore!) I wanna fuck you too
[noreaga]
I'm in philly with, chilly in the after party
Gettin
the scenes
How I envision myself
Very wealthy
Made moves in the dark
Very stealthy
All about the greens
Very healthy
Yeah I did it by myself
No one had helped
him
If you forgot the name, and you been wondering it's
N.O.R.E, N.O.R.E
They want to be like you, smoke like you, live like you
But they can't fuck
Bring ya girlfriends by we got somewhere to be
So Suave
So Clean
You know Shawty bad
On Me On Me Oh
Hispanic Girl she got me
Make me wanna move my legs
I
when Younga Baby on you
Cuz nigga if I cry then what the baby gon do
When the real maneuver that fugazy got move
That 3-80 on cool so keep it low
To keep
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Pa' las mayore', pa' las menore'
Pa' las que son más zorra' que los cazadore'
Pa' las mujere' que no apagan sus motores
Who's this? (Pa-pi N.O.R.E
what whooooooa
Its like I'm Nore what what what what whooooooa
This is the story what what what what whooooooa
Not many rappers could rap like this
thug like him, dro like him
If you forgot the name, and you been wondering it's
N.O.R.E, N.O.R.E
They want to be like you, smoke like you, live like you
11pm, looking at the phone
Messenger's unknown ringing at the door
Nore died all alone in a broken home
Dust collects on her bones
As she's buried
to wife and maid
By Barrow, Suir, and Nore,
But never met a maiden yet
Like Brighidin Ban Mo Store.
My girl hath ringlets rich and rare,
By Nature's
the fame, make them no lie you about my name
If I ever make it out just know 3y3 hard work and grace
Cos Some nights I prayed
Many times by lonely got
exploration
Quite encouraging
People still call me hue
Now I'm out in hue
Came a long way
From tre 9
In the lil room
Ac booming
Weed fumes
Plotting major moves
the people my goals getting close
So that's why my bars more broken
And I never leave my back door open
Why I trust less and I move by my doley
It left me
suckers bore me
And yeah, I probably hate Tommy Boy as much as Nore do
Who the best? Eminem, Jigga or Nas?
'Cause when it comes lottery time, that
(Nothin')
[N.O.R.E.]
Yo N-O-R papi say what, that nigga's the man
With his manager Chris and the label that Jams
Still flossing showing your rocks
Ain't you
Blige
Now you can tell by the way i run these streets
That im so proud to represent my hood
You can tell by the way i rock this beat
That im so proud
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