Lehhhgooo Lyrics - Crack On Steroids - N.o.r.e.

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 

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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 

Photos 

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 cream, 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