Grimey N.O.R.E. (Ft. Pharrell Williams)

[Intro: N.O.R.E.]
That's hot (Hahaha), yeah
That's perfect, niggas, part four, motherfucker
Thugged out, nigga (Grimy)
Neptunes, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy)
Violator, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy)
This shit is serious, type serious (Grimy)
Uh, uh-uh, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy)
Uh, uh-uh, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy)
Uh, uh-uh, part four, nigga (Grimy)
Yo, yo, yo (Grimy)

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
It's like fuck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury, nigga
I smoke bogies, conspiracy theory
It's like I'm Malcolm, with just the X
These bitches swear they in love but it's just the X
Niggas act like my coke ain't long and stretched
Like I don't keep two shotguns under my chest
I flip obsolete, see, I'm the king of the streets
And show motherfuckers how to rhyme on Neptunes' beats
In Miami, Big Pun shoulda won the Grammy
This year I'll bring the shit home to his family
Go 'head and keep hatin' until you receive
Mad volts in your chest plate, hard to breathe
See, you a hater like Star and Buc, nigga, what?
And fuck Tommy Boy, them niggas just suck
I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick, hoes swallow my spit
Wanna drink every bottle I sip