Noreaga Lyrics
Noreaga Lyrics
"Bloody Money Pt. 2 Lyrics"
Goin' Away Party Lyrics
I'm throwin' a goin' away party a party for a friend of mine So put me somewhere off in a corner with a glass and bottle of your party wine Don't worry it won't be a loud party I feel too low to get too high It's just a sad goin' away party for a dream I'm telling goodbye I'm throwin' a goin' away party a party for a friend of mine Nobody's coming but a heartache and some tears will drop in now most anythime Don't worry it won't be a loud party dreams don't make nois
I'm throwin' a goin' away party a party for a friend of mine So put me somewhere off in a corner with a glass and bottle of your party wine Don't worry it won't be a loud party I feel too low to get too high It's just a sad goin' away party for a dream I'm telling goodbye I'm throwin' a goin' away party a party for a friend of mine Nobody's coming but a heartache and some tears will drop in now most anythime Don't worry it won't be a loud party dreams don't make nois
intro: Noreaga talking
[Noreaga]
Yo, New Orleans, LA, Va to Queens, I-95, where we never drive clean
But good, gotta get out the hood, to really make it, now we kick it
Until our whole team'll take it to another level, another Rolie wit
Another bezel, like war against God against another devil
Sustainin, now we rim Moschino, niggaz say we taped it, switched it
Now it's Cristal, instead of Mistic, Jose, catch me wit a pigeon and
A gold biscuit, gettin mad lifted, let me find out, it's sellin dimes
Out my crack house, yeah that's crashed out, let me catch that
Just like Stackhouse, kick ya back out, have you mad vexed
Like you did your whole bid, but didn't max out, yo Jose is
In other words courageous, from South Carolina to D.C.
Yo the NC in Atlanta like Montana, comin out the airport wit the hammer
Motherfucker, smoke more weed than Chris Tucker, in Friday
When he treated Worm like a sucker, in three ways
PUERTO VALLARTA Lyrics
PUERTO VALLARTA/ely guerra I'm standing right in front of the malecon in Puerto Vallarta somebody told me you love me so Come on, get it on, get it on Happy loneliness I feel standing right here in Puerto Vallarta Warm blow below my orange dress so Come on, get it on, bring it on The way I see things here it's very nice, It's very open, things are really, really clear are very soft, are very hard are very calm and very safe
Sell a whole key in three days, the way I know the crack game'll have youPUERTO VALLARTA/ely guerra I'm standing right in front of the malecon in Puerto Vallarta somebody told me you love me so Come on, get it on, get it on Happy loneliness I feel standing right here in Puerto Vallarta Warm blow below my orange dress so Come on, get it on, bring it on The way I see things here it's very nice, It's very open, things are really, really clear are very soft, are very hard are very calm and very safe
amazed
In the ill days, yo I drink Lectaid, Jose is sayin chulo, like Menegay
South side lost royal and royal, grand royale in Ohio, Cincinnati, Minnesoto
Yo from Philly to Connecticut, got niggaz settin in, all predicate
Like this rap game is pregnant, N-O-R-E, Nore
Stand for Niggaz On the Run Eatin, no matter if they still treatin
The object of the game is just to stay leavin, hit me on the Nokio
Let me know if you still breathin, top grenade, ice it up, cop pies, slice it
up
You really think you nice enough, fuck around wit Trice Allah
Even seekin scrolls until your world fall in, to my niggaz gettin they props
Where they supposed to've been, don't rush, take your time
The best come to those who wait, like Heinz, they be ketchup and spoil your
keg
Aiyyo it's I-95, wit my niggaz lost faith, wha!
Chorus 2x: Nas (Noreaga)
Blood money (That'
Round & Round Lyrics
(G. Johnson, C. Johnson) Where did the time go I swear that I don't know Turn and look behind What you think you're gonna find? Be careful what you say You said you were mine today Scatter your seeds along the road The wind come blow them away Round and around and around and 'round it goes Round and around and around and 'round I go Gotta get bolder Before I get older Swear the face is laughin' Over my shoulder what this life lead to)
Blood money (That's how my niggaz bleed to)
Blood money (That's what we smoke weed to)
Blood money (That's how my niggaz eat to)
[Nature]
Aiyyo, eatin from the same plate, and drinkin from the same cup
Whoever thought that some much would have to change
I went to games as a Knicks fan, they had Strickland, they traded him
Ever since then, son, I hated them, shit's turnin sour in the N-Y
Half the team hurt, still niggaz get high and rock Queens shirts
Feinds on the block know me for holdin b's work
Seein chips poppin up in European whips, exceed the speed limit
Tinted up and weed scented, treatin life like the auto bomb, never slow up
I'm gettin head for being young and vulger, fly gifted
Y'all niggaz die over bitch shit, I got some hoes in the law gettin high
Like Rik Smits, born hypocrit, every now and then be on some different shit
Switch directions, my bad, quick disception
My
Chorus
[Nas]
Now what's a don?, a nigga that's a thug wit a charm, always on point
As soon as he's on, his goons'll respond, he move right and fear losin his
life
Mad dime, but never could fit the shoes of his wife
You could tell by the finger nails, clean, hair diced up, every four days
A weekly routine, where he lived, stay out the hood, fuck what a nigga say
Out for blood, but yo, lustin the dough, he see snake smile for way
In the same garden he play, but a true don'll get his proper groove on
He tell the truth even when he lies, give you a fake name
Even though his name is Nas, god body, and wide body, rumble for five
To the S-Class, six niggaz, double your size, either come wit a plan
To make it happen, cuz sellin weight or rappin, we still trapped in a slave
mine
And keep the crackers laughin
(That's what this life lead to)
Chorus
(G. Johnson, C. Johnson) Where did the time go I swear that I don't know Turn and look behind What you think you're gonna find? Be careful what you say You said you were mine today Scatter your seeds along the road The wind come blow them away Round and around and around and 'round it goes Round and around and around and 'round I go Gotta get bolder Before I get older Swear the face is laughin' Over my shoulder
Blood money (That's how my niggaz bleed to)
Blood money (That's what we smoke weed to)
Blood money (That's how my niggaz eat to)
[Nature]
Aiyyo, eatin from the same plate, and drinkin from the same cup
Whoever thought that some much would have to change
I went to games as a Knicks fan, they had Strickland, they traded him
Ever since then, son, I hated them, shit's turnin sour in the N-Y
Half the team hurt, still niggaz get high and rock Queens shirts
Feinds on the block know me for holdin b's work
Seein chips poppin up in European whips, exceed the speed limit
Tinted up and weed scented, treatin life like the auto bomb, never slow up
I'm gettin head for being young and vulger, fly gifted
Y'all niggaz die over bitch shit, I got some hoes in the law gettin high
Like Rik Smits, born hypocrit, every now and then be on some different shit
Switch directions, my bad, quick disception
My
Tsunami Lyrics
I feel so nice just when you're here The reason why is not so clear I knew the first time when you told me I'd fall in love just as you'd hold me And now I want to stay at your side tonight I want to watch you as the sun lights up your eyes I want to know when you wake first thing you see is me You're all the things I prayed that I'd meet [Chorus:] Ride, ride this wave of mine There're brighter things out on the other side Ride
irst love is for bloody money so skip the extrasI feel so nice just when you're here The reason why is not so clear I knew the first time when you told me I'd fall in love just as you'd hold me And now I want to stay at your side tonight I want to watch you as the sun lights up your eyes I want to know when you wake first thing you see is me You're all the things I prayed that I'd meet [Chorus:] Ride, ride this wave of mine There're brighter things out on the other side Ride
Chorus
[Nas]
Now what's a don?, a nigga that's a thug wit a charm, always on point
As soon as he's on, his goons'll respond, he move right and fear losin his
life
Mad dime, but never could fit the shoes of his wife
You could tell by the finger nails, clean, hair diced up, every four days
A weekly routine, where he lived, stay out the hood, fuck what a nigga say
Out for blood, but yo, lustin the dough, he see snake smile for way
In the same garden he play, but a true don'll get his proper groove on
He tell the truth even when he lies, give you a fake name
Even though his name is Nas, god body, and wide body, rumble for five
To the S-Class, six niggaz, double your size, either come wit a plan
To make it happen, cuz sellin weight or rappin, we still trapped in a slave
mine
And keep the crackers laughin
(That's what this life lead to)
Chorus