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stay out of trouble man It's like black clouds be following us man Time for y'all niggas to get to know N.O.R.E Niggas wanna know yo what's wrong with
Traduzione: NORE. Black Clouds.
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talk unless you're large in New York So can it be that I am just a Y-O-G from the (?P-O-L-O the D-R-E-O-U-N-D?), baby Gets crazy, hectic, so check my
horsemen nigga Read the prescription Try it once instantaneous addiction If you ever wanna see me H, O, R, S, E, M, E, N, nigga nigga nigga
tact, big indo many clouds of smoke Make old school dance when I dip and yoke It's like M-A-C D-R-E Way up in KC with the boy Arby Yeah biatch, it's
uh The crime scene like N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.! People wanna scream they like N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.! Man, I'm outta' town my niggas travel, too We in LA
get gone I'm in they ass like hem'rhoids! Niggas get done, but then so many try To be like JT motherfuckin' M-O-N-E-Y I get busy like 5pm traffic Punks
steel anvil Because you grafted off the next man's skill But still I remain mellow, seein the theatrics of Othello Run over tactics of the C-L-O/N-E-
We out [Chorus] [Verse 3: Swizz Beatz] S-N double O-P is down with me Plus he blowin' them Chronic trees I'm listening to D-R-E Some people say the
bomb trees And when a n***a inhale this Gotta put my shades on Get behind tint In the clouds Lookin down on the ground 8 ball big, black, player from
We in the 'lac truck, them niggas in path finders and The crime scene like N O R E N O R E People wanna scream they like N O R E N O R E Man, I'm outta
ya parents permission We out [Chorus] [Swizz Beatz - Verse 3] S-N double O-P is down with me Plus he blowin' them Chronic trees I'm listening to D-R-E
rapping by the swings and the bell never really rings class in session therea??s no recession for this upper echelon mic testing its K-dash-O-S F-R-E-
People wanna scream they like N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.! The crime scene like N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.! Man, I'm outta' town my niggas travel, too A new-car,
Rapping by the swings And the bell never really rings Class in session there's no recession For this upper echelon mic testing its K-dash-O-S F-R-E-S-