Intro Songtext / Lyric

Believe me when I tell ya

You don't want the drama






[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]

A yo, for years I been buyin' my coke from the same cat

Dominican nigga who look black (that's right)

This summer I heard that (ha!)

I see me always swerve wit a (give it up!) where the bird at (yeah)

Apocalyptic, I pop biscuits (apocalypse), my bitch is topless

Not too excited I skeet skeet my own boxes

Drama King got the drama goods (bluh, bluh, bluh!)

Same place as the Domin' Osama Hood

Shoot up the thug and still puttin' the dame on it

The pimps had to give me a cup wit my name on it

I was "Gordito"

I'm still Gordo or "Gito"

Still know how to get the raw dough for cheap-o (cheap)

I'm lastin' all palm wit the connect of a "perico" (parakeet)

N.O.R.E. got no manners (no manners!)

I take a picture of ya "culo" wit the phone cameras

Go into ya own banners (ha!), they say my ballin' so hot like lone candles

And port or part of Santiago wit my own hammer