N.O.R.E. - Thirsty lyrics
[N.O.R.E. - Thirsty lyrics]
Nighttime, night shift yea
You see these niggas all thirsty
Bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
It's time to get ratchet, time to get ratchet
These niggas get ratchet, bitches get ratchet
Time to get ratchet, time to get ratchet
These niggas get ratchet, bitches get ratchet
I'm from New York
Don't get it twisted for a minute
I could get that ass shot
In a New York minute
I've been gone for a minute
Chilling for a minute
Right back, lock the town down in a minute
Shawty said she wanna eat me
Took a molly with some bath salt
Zombie shit freaky
She had them colorful pants on
Used to be in gold rush, getting the dance on
Yea, and a man on some thirty shit
I call er and he answer
This nigga on some thirsty shit
I heard the nigga scream like no way
This is NO i said no, it's Jose
Sell white, cold play
My Columbians chop work all day
Bangata, Bogota, serious
I had this hoe lick another hoe, curious
You see these niggas all thirsty
Bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
It's time to get ratchet, time to get ratchet
These niggas get ratchet, bitches get ratchet
Time to get ratchet, time to get ratchet
These niggas get ratchet, bitches get ratchet
So they should know that we a
Bunch of fuckin' cash finders
And we in Phantoms and they in Pathfinders
And we enjoy the life that God gave us
We enjoy the life that the heart gave us
In my hood yea they call me Mr goodbell
I keep a good bell, speak what the hood fell
Burn your car down, got the wood mill
There's gotta be a ceiling that should fell
When Pac was alive and Snoop was doing it
And Gray was dead, they crew you fair
One life to live, you don't get a sequel
Them hand to hand niggas, yea those my people
No cop talkers, yea those my people
Niggas shoot you in the face
Yea those my people
So go ahead, and take a chance
My niggas love guns, a real romance
These niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
It's time to get ratchet, time to get ratchet
These niggas get ratchet, bitches get ratchet
Time to get ratchet, time to get ratchet
These niggas get ratchet, bitches get ratchet
You see these niggas all thirsty
Bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
It's time to get ratchet, time to get ratchet
These niggas get ratchet, bitches get ratchet
Time to get ratchet, time to get ratchet
These niggas get ratchet, bitches get ratchet
I'm from New York
Don't get it twisted for a minute
I could get that ass shot
In a New York minute
I've been gone for a minute
Chilling for a minute
Right back, lock the town down in a minute
Shawty said she wanna eat me
Took a molly with some bath salt
Zombie shit freaky
She had them colorful pants on
Used to be in gold rush, getting the dance on
Yea, and a man on some thirty shit
I call er and he answer
This nigga on some thirsty shit
I heard the nigga scream like no way
This is NO i said no, it's Jose
Sell white, cold play
My Columbians chop work all day
Bangata, Bogota, serious
I had this hoe lick another hoe, curious
You see these niggas all thirsty
Bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
It's time to get ratchet, time to get ratchet
These niggas get ratchet, bitches get ratchet
Time to get ratchet, time to get ratchet
These niggas get ratchet, bitches get ratchet
So they should know that we a
Bunch of fuckin' cash finders
And we in Phantoms and they in Pathfinders
And we enjoy the life that God gave us
We enjoy the life that the heart gave us
In my hood yea they call me Mr goodbell
I keep a good bell, speak what the hood fell
Burn your car down, got the wood mill
There's gotta be a ceiling that should fell
When Pac was alive and Snoop was doing it
And Gray was dead, they crew you fair
One life to live, you don't get a sequel
Them hand to hand niggas, yea those my people
No cop talkers, yea those my people
Niggas shoot you in the face
Yea those my people
So go ahead, and take a chance
My niggas love guns, a real romance
These niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
Niggas all thirsty, bitches all thirsty
It's time to get ratchet, time to get ratchet
These niggas get ratchet, bitches get ratchet
Time to get ratchet, time to get ratchet
These niggas get ratchet, bitches get ratchet