N.O.R.E., Pharrell Williams - Head Bussa lyrics
Pharrell Williams [Pharrell Lanscilo Williams] Virginia Beach, Virginia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[N.O.R.E., Pharrell Williams - Head Bussa lyrics]
Head bussa head bussa
Head bussa head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
(head bussa)
Hey yo yo, N-O-R
You can catch me in my favorite car (car)
Drop Lex, 'Llac truck, or the Lazy R
I'm like a pitcher
I throw my hit's crazy far
And if you is what you smoke then haze we are
I'm never faired up
(faired up) I got some lead what (lead what)
And keeps some chicks in my whips and
They always just fuck my head up
I'm like whatever God
Ain't a nigga better God?
I rock a Neptunes beat like
It's a leather guard
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 built the project bricks
Chicks love us anyway
Cause we just make hit's no red meat
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
Yo, yo see I'm a Philly nigga
I can't fuck wit a dutch chick
Automatic whips, can't fuck wit a clutch shit
Jo-se (Jose) I'm so relaxed it seems
The first nigga sellin' cracks
Through a fax machine shit StarTac
(StarTac) I hold my gun in a rage
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
The nerve of these rap 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
I send my little man home
(dude go home man) have to check out late
She a bed crusher, see I'm a bad person
Aim down, bang the same
I'm a see if you say my name "N-O-R"
They announce to change the game
Couting out eleven clouds and
Bullets that rain came down
(down) it's a soldier game (fa' sho nigga)
Kill for money, heroin, and 'caine nigga
See your flag, the color of cloud nigga
Picture finish, show me what you are
See I'm a head bussa
(bussa) it ain't hard to tell
That I'm a keep makin' hit's
It ain't hard to sell
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
The crime scene like NORE!, NORE!
MU the ones screaming like NORE!, NORE!
Man, I'm outta' town my niggas travel, too
We in LA getting' sucked off in Malibu
And you can ask the Jake
They call me "no shit"
Cause everytime they question me
I don't know shit
And hold this, yea nigga just know this
I always drink Henny, hardly know the 'Cris
Straight monsterous, I keep a ill beat
And niggas hardly like you
Your shit still weak
Head bussa head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
(head bussa)
Hey yo yo, N-O-R
You can catch me in my favorite car (car)
Drop Lex, 'Llac truck, or the Lazy R
I'm like a pitcher
I throw my hit's crazy far
And if you is what you smoke then haze we are
I'm never faired up
(faired up) I got some lead what (lead what)
And keeps some chicks in my whips and
They always just fuck my head up
I'm like whatever God
Ain't a nigga better God?
I rock a Neptunes beat like
It's a leather guard
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 built the project bricks
Chicks love us anyway
Cause we just make hit's no red meat
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
Yo, yo see I'm a Philly nigga
I can't fuck wit a dutch chick
Automatic whips, can't fuck wit a clutch shit
Jo-se (Jose) I'm so relaxed it seems
The first nigga sellin' cracks
Through a fax machine shit StarTac
(StarTac) I hold my gun in a rage
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
The nerve of these rap 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
I send my little man home
(dude go home man) have to check out late
She a bed crusher, see I'm a bad person
Aim down, bang the same
I'm a see if you say my name "N-O-R"
They announce to change the game
Couting out eleven clouds and
Bullets that rain came down
(down) it's a soldier game (fa' sho nigga)
Kill for money, heroin, and 'caine nigga
See your flag, the color of cloud nigga
Picture finish, show me what you are
See I'm a head bussa
(bussa) it ain't hard to tell
That I'm a keep makin' hit's
It ain't hard to sell
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
The crime scene like NORE!, NORE!
MU the ones screaming like NORE!, NORE!
Man, I'm outta' town my niggas travel, too
We in LA getting' sucked off in Malibu
And you can ask the Jake
They call me "no shit"
Cause everytime they question me
I don't know shit
And hold this, yea nigga just know this
I always drink Henny, hardly know the 'Cris
Straight monsterous, I keep a ill beat
And niggas hardly like you
Your shit still weak