N.O.R.E., Flavor Flav - Nutcracker lyrics
[N.O.R.E., Flavor Flav - Nutcracker lyrics]
So why they askin' me to borrow?
The real question is
home girl do you swallow?
I'm uptown like Apollo
Ring out with a wino named Ralo
They keep spectatin', keep hesitatin'
This is thug shit, club shit, penetratin'
Spread the air aura, this is air aura
Shorty wanna give me head like fedora
(Oh, oh) This that soundproof
Gonna give me head and shoulders
Like shampoo (Oh, oh) I'm ghost like Swayzie
Askin' me to hold somethin', bitch you crazy
Ayo, those dudes in the hood
Keep askin' me for bread
The chicks in the hood keep offerin' me head
Ayo, the dudes in the hood
Keep askin' me for paper
The chicks in the hood keep
Askin' me to tape her
So take it easy, baby
Slidin' down that pole, take it easy, baby
You work hard, take it easy, baby
Come to the crib, we get greasy, baby
(What! What) You see my crew's right there
Thugged out ns with the rose and beer
And my lingua, work like my pinga
It's all good and it taste like pina
(Yo! Yo) Hoes in the hallway
Guns in the stairway, hit's on the airwave
Yeah, and then you're whole
Plans are sabotaged
You ain't see me, 'cause I had on camoflage
Ayo, those dudes in the hood
Keep askin' me for bread
The chicks in the hood keep offerin' me head
Ayo, the dudes in the hood
Keep askin' me for paper
The chicks in the hood keep
Askin' me to tape her
So what it is, still rollin'
I still make hit's, you dick
I'm still holdin'
Ah hah, and my legacy is golden
I still be with kids in
Whips that roll stolen
(yeah! yeah) So shut the fuck
Up while I'm speakin'
A wild black na that's half Puerto Rican
I'm from that town
City that don't never sleep
Where your friends be your enemies
Never sleep
Got that brown bag stashed in the coffee pot
I'mma move with it, hit sues with it
Dope dollars in the air, hope you wouldn't
They keep throwin' it at me
Know what to do with it
Ayo, those dudes in the hood
Keep askin' me for bread
The chicks in the hood keep offerin' me head
Ayo, the dudes in the hood
Keep askin' me for paper
The chicks in the hood keep
Askin' me to tape her