Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lehhhgooo, artist - N.O.R.E.. Album song DJ Green Lantern Presents - Crack on Steroids, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Militainment Business
Song language: English
Lehhhgooo |
Y’all know what it is |
I sneak up in the club |
I got that ratchet on me |
You don’t want me to bug |
You know what niggas call me |
They call me superthug |
And if a nigga act up, I let go me a slug |
Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo |
Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo |
Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo |
Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo |
Fast car, top down |
Do she know how I like it? |
Top down |
Red top, red bottoms |
What up with J.B. |
The feds try to ride em |
Guacamole, my pistol-I |
Kick niggas in they face, soccer goalie |
Uh huh, I’m kinda feeling myself |
No E-pill or nothin' but I’m feelin myself |
Yup, Southpaw awkward, left hand slapbox |
Them bitches whip soft toys, matchbox |
And I be good on them back blocks |
I’m old school with the drop tops and rag tops |
Brought the cash boy, iPads and laptops |
I got the hammer there, still in the stash box |
I stand tall, youngins look up to me |
And OGs got love, they fuck with me |
Somebody walked up and told me Nore shot somebody |
So I shot him and turned up my Rakim |
Sped off, black Lincoln sittin' on stock rims |
Under black tint Cincinnati cock brim |
You know my flavor nigga, pull out your razor nigga |
Let 'em slice me once then I’m a blaze a nigga |
Taste your blood like 45 minutes after Mayweather lace his gloves fighting |
Pacquiao |
And all you little new niggas jockin' styles |
Just to pack a crowd, I come through acting wild |
Dressed in all black, blacker than a black and mild |
Blowing on that sour diesel, fuck yeah my jacket loud |
My bitches scream, my tires screech |
I bust guns and I wire teeth |
Hurricane and N.O.R.E |
Can’t live with us then put us where God be |
You’re like a Flocka calm down, shawty let it go |
Brick squad pulled up it’s like a car show |
Bands in my pocket, flag out my cargos |
V.I.P. |
status so I’m walking through the back door |
On that Remy V, I don’t want brown |
I love the sound when your girl go down |
Beef you better let it go |
My youngins, they’ll open up your cantaloupe |
Every round on me 'til the bar close |
Worlds above haters, Chicago |
Got a 9 on me, call me Rondo |
Easter pink in my cup, no Nuvo |