N.O.R.E. ft. Busta Rhymes, The Game, Waka Flocka Flame - Lehhhgooo Lyrics

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, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo
Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo

Fast car, top down
Do she know how I like it? Top down
Red top, red bottoms what up wit JB?
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
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, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo
Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo

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'mma 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 NORE
Can't live with us then put us where God be
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, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo
Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo

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
VIP 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
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, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo
Lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo

(All my people ready to party with me)
(It's whenever you wanna put in between)
(For my g's in the street puffing the loud)
(When we going hard, my lady's ready to fly)