N.O.R.E. - I'ma Smack This Muthafucka lyrics
[N.O.R.E. - I'ma Smack This Muthafucka lyrics]
'Cause I'm a smack this muthafucka, back up
'Cause I'm a smack this muthafucka, back up
'Cause I'm a smack this muthafucka, back up
'Cause I'm a smack this muthafucka
See me creepin' through the bushes
Hunch back and barefooted
Got some beer in my system
I barely can bare wit it
When it's drama out there stay smooth
Stay smooth
When my click need me, yo I move, yo I move
It ain't funny
See when ya fuckin wit my people
Got the fo fo, buckin it slow I'm so evil
Shit stand up, hold this
See I control this, hemisphere
Makin' this clear, and stood focused
Was born broke, so ya ice don't entice me
Eatin chinese food, my juice wasn't icy
I'm still papi, and I ain't change for shit
I been out for four days
I ain't change for shit
Yo saluchi, take ya shit god and rock gucci
Ghetto style no couffi, smoke loosi
Hit the block wit the new uzi
Seven forty five live gettin new coochie
Hit the hood like the windmill
And spin out quick
It won't stop till I cake out shit (oh god)
I got some sons fa you
And some runnas to run fa you
They on the block all day (ay yooo)
She on the block all day (ay yoooo)
We on the block all day (ay yoooo)
I got some Henny in my system the
Half is startin' ta hit me
If I brawl in the club
My boys'll brawl wit me
(clears throat) , niggas want to see me foul
Fuckin' hatas you should see me now
Switch the topic
We was friends but I told shorty (ay yooo)
Don't you get up in this Benz shorty
(ay yooo)
And you know i'll fuck ya friends shorty
(ay yooo)
And they ain't get no ens shorty (ay yooo)
See niggas
They want my name next to Kurt Cobain
But I don't sniff cocaine, I sniff propane
Keep me gassed up, and I'm keepin my cash up
Shorty give me too much brains
Keepin me assed up (ohhhh)
So if you wit it I can hit it and go
And call you from the hood later
When I'm huggin a ho
You see, ain't nothin funny man
All about my money man
Dressed up like a rabbit told the
Bitch that she in bunny land
You see that popper got her feelin herself
Literally god she feelin herself (oh god)
Back up, 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka
Back up, 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka
Back up, 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka
Back up, 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka
Back up, 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka
'Cause I'm a smack this muthafucka, back up
'Cause I'm a smack this muthafucka, back up
'Cause I'm a smack this muthafucka
See me creepin' through the bushes
Hunch back and barefooted
Got some beer in my system
I barely can bare wit it
When it's drama out there stay smooth
Stay smooth
When my click need me, yo I move, yo I move
It ain't funny
See when ya fuckin wit my people
Got the fo fo, buckin it slow I'm so evil
Shit stand up, hold this
See I control this, hemisphere
Makin' this clear, and stood focused
Was born broke, so ya ice don't entice me
Eatin chinese food, my juice wasn't icy
I'm still papi, and I ain't change for shit
I been out for four days
I ain't change for shit
Yo saluchi, take ya shit god and rock gucci
Ghetto style no couffi, smoke loosi
Hit the block wit the new uzi
Seven forty five live gettin new coochie
Hit the hood like the windmill
And spin out quick
It won't stop till I cake out shit (oh god)
I got some sons fa you
And some runnas to run fa you
They on the block all day (ay yooo)
She on the block all day (ay yoooo)
We on the block all day (ay yoooo)
I got some Henny in my system the
Half is startin' ta hit me
If I brawl in the club
My boys'll brawl wit me
(clears throat) , niggas want to see me foul
Fuckin' hatas you should see me now
Switch the topic
We was friends but I told shorty (ay yooo)
Don't you get up in this Benz shorty
(ay yooo)
And you know i'll fuck ya friends shorty
(ay yooo)
And they ain't get no ens shorty (ay yooo)
See niggas
They want my name next to Kurt Cobain
But I don't sniff cocaine, I sniff propane
Keep me gassed up, and I'm keepin my cash up
Shorty give me too much brains
Keepin me assed up (ohhhh)
So if you wit it I can hit it and go
And call you from the hood later
When I'm huggin a ho
You see, ain't nothin funny man
All about my money man
Dressed up like a rabbit told the
Bitch that she in bunny land
You see that popper got her feelin herself
Literally god she feelin herself (oh god)
Back up, 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka
Back up, 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka
Back up, 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka
Back up, 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka
Back up, 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka