Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Chad Hugo, Victor Santiago, Pharrell Williams, Christopher Stein, Deborah Harry
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N.O.R.E.Superthug Lyrics:
I'm, I'm actually waiting on the bus now
He said we have some kind of special assignment or something
He's supposed to be calling me, like any minute now, any minute
Hold on, hold on, lemme get the phone
Hello? Jackson here
Ya, what, you found Manuel Noreaga in the Philippines?
He has a mansion?
Okay, we on it, on it, right now, right
Aiyyo, we light a candle
Run laps around the English channel
Neptunes, I got a Cocker Spaniel
We on the run now, yo, it ain't no fun now
And where I go, you niggas can't even come now
You hate the law, nigga, break it, I don't care
And when ya get caught, remember that I don't care
N.O.R.E., blow you off the atmosphere
Yo, for now, we on the run, yo, if that ain't clear
Weak niggas wanna stick you but that ain't fair
You we down in Vegas, money, skies too courageous
And yo, I'm on the run but still rip stages
And call me Animal Thug when I'm in cages
I used to proof phrases, rolled dice with no aces
Now I'm just included in the oasis
Gotta take faces, no time for car races
Check my sky, tell I got five pages
Yo, hit Lousiana, then Atlanta, Indiana
Forget a city slicker got country grammar
Aiyyo, we going places, where my sound scan ain't tough
So when I say I ain't Nore, yo, it ain't that rough
I leave the jake in my fake, asking all this stuff
I gotta keep my mouth shut and don't say what, what?
But yo, it's hard to, Netherlands got the heart to
Yo from New Orleans, LA, VA to Queens
The I 95, now we hit the Philippines
But now it's different, we gotta stay sober
Yo, communicate, startech, Motorola
Keep it on the hush hush, don't talk to much
Thugged Out Entertainment, you know we touch
All our whips got navigation while you whips is just garbation
Is you knowing what you facing?
This is the life, yo, of a superstar
Fly ass mansions and a million cars
Gotta get the cash yo and it's live or die
The Neptunes and Noreaga
The limit is the sky, hit 'em
Yo, lemme, do it again, do it to win
Last album was a eight, this one is a ten
And when Capone come home, we gon' triple the cent
Yo, I love my family, treat my folks of kin
Rocking air and better, like a Mexican
Shotting at my pops 'cause yo, next to him
He told me every thug nigga is a gentlemen
So I took heed, take my time still won't speed
Yo, a nigga got kids, so my family need
A little more than they used to get
Real, not the duplicate
Taking no fours, making y'all just recouping it
Doing it up, tell me whatcha wanna do wit it
Capone's plan, passport to foreign lands
Overseas in Japan, politicing with Chan
Yo, N E P T U N E S
The way they lace a beat like one of the best, what?
Yo, N.O.R.E., Nore, sep' fo', now we on the run eating
Yo, N.O.R.E., Nore, sep' fo', now we on the run eating
Yo, N.O.R.E., Nore, sep' fo', now we on the run eating
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