| Yeahhh
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| Young boss of the city nigga
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| BMU, Deck, C-bo, J-Flame, Young Ski
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| (Hook)
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| I got the Chevy sittin right
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| Rims shinin bright (Bitch I’m-Bitch I’m super fly)
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| When I pull up to that light
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| I’m lookin down on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
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| I’m lookin down on 'em (Wet-wet paint drippin)
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| Off the side
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| Every time I ride
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| I be ridin through the city, choppin like I’m Micheal Myers
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| I’m lookin down on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
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| I’m lookin down on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
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| (verse 1, Deck)
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| I just lit a blunt of 'dro
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| Where da bottle? |
| I don’t know
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| I just flow to buddy suckers and my nickname UFO
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| I got a super-duper flow
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| Arms shootin for the sky
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| Steady chokin on that killa
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| I just murdered Micheal Myers
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| Ridin past the city lights
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| I maneuver through the night
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| Movin colors, I got green and I got purp (M.U. got white)
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| BMU bitch, get it right
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| You got nothin, but you da pain
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| All attention for you lames
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| I got money on my brain
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| Flashin in lanes
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| Sit so high bitch, they compare me to a crane
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| Dump so wet, got off and jumpin out the paint
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| Come ride with me dawg, you better buy a skuba tank
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| The chrome is so strong
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| The paint is on all shine
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| If it creep through them clouds, them niggas gon' be blind
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| All I need is UV rays to put them hoes in a daze
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| Flippin different flavors, bitch can just calls me Lay’s
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| C-bo dawg, aye!
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| (Hook)
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| (Verse 2, 2 Pistols)
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| I pull up to the light, you know I’m ridin old school
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| The main four’s lookin down, nigga where ya ruler? |
| (So high)
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| Twenty-eight inch deep-dish (Yes)
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| Orange candy paint, baby call it Sunkist (Young boss)
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| Who me? |
| I’m just that nigga
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| She wanna ride with the boss cause my rims is bigger (Oh yeah)
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| If I don’t look down, I won’t even see you niggas (Where they at?)
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| I don’t even see you niggas
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| I’m with a bad bitch fornicating
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| With her two friends, and they participating
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| Yeah that’s just the life I live
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| Young boss of the city baby, it is what it is
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| (Hook)
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| (Verse 3, J-Flame & Young Ski)
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| Jizzy!
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| I’m gettin money so, that’s the word man
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| I was fly with the white like Birdman (brdrdrdrdr)
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| Aye Khaled, I’m so hood (Hood)
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| I shoulda been on «I'm So Hood»
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| Wiggle in the shop, I grip the Oak wood
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| Twenty-six inches on I-O, what’s good?
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| I’m the man, understand?
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| Death before dishonor, that’s the plan
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| (Young Ski)
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| I’m so fly bitch, I think I grow feathers
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| My cliques mob out, call us the «Blues Brothers»
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| I’m sittin real high, them haters might stare
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| I Freddy Crougar’d the whip, to give 'em nightmares
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| Pull up in somethin fly, oh that was light-year
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| I spit a little game, cover your wife’s ears
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| I’m lookin down on her, call my whip papsmear
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| Then they come out of this world, like William Shat-neer
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| (Hook) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lookin Down on Em , by - 2 Pistols. Song from the album Death Before Dishonor, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп