Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What You See, artist - Boot Camp Clik. Album song Casualties of War, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.08.2007
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
What You See |
| Hip hop grip Glocks and hit cops |
| And tell everybody on your block to get gwops |
| Coward, fuck is you Cunningham Howard? |
| No more happy days, the gat clap at your grays |
| Deligating, regulating, never have to use a gun |
| Rock is the opposite, pop a clip, bitch, you shooting son |
| Sean Price got the icon flow |
| Run up the wall and backflip, Tae Kwon Do |
| Hidden Dragon, Crouching Tiger, Kung Fu Hustling |
| Sell weed to Chinese niggas who keep a Dutch in 'em |
| What you see is what you get now |
| Don’t you forget now, this is it now |
| (You better watch who around you |
| Cuz niggas will pound you, and wanna trey pound/come pound you) |
| It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have let you |
| Without something you can one-two step to |
| Yeah, I see how the game done changed |
| Niggas talking real tough, like they built that way |
| But up north, up north, you was known as a chump chaser |
| Now you home, you wanna look at me like you a gangster |
| Everybody told me you as fucking them boys |
| Yeah, your name was making noise, but you was fucking them boys |
| I see you let your zoota grow in, and your looks changed |
| Oh, you a Muslim, now? |
| On my dope game |
| Look man, gun control, just mean both hands |
| Nah, I never hit ya man with no grams |
| Damn, we trying to bring a nigga down there |
| How I’mma do Ludacris said |
| Move, bitch, get out the way |
| 'Fore the forty cal spray, put your head a block away |
| Two step, Timb check, gun up under the jacket |
| Hoodie on, gets it on, with any one of you bastards |
| The streets watching, ain’t no time for relaxing |
| Block hugging, paper chasing, on the grind trying to stack it, man |
| Camera leave the 'ville on your tactics |
| Be the blade you gave us, dude, to use to stab in ya back with |
| Alot of you be looking at the game backwards |
| Thinking it’s a game until your body laying in the casket |
| Aiyo, I’m sorry if you never been on a safari |
| Army green Ferrari, sitting on Bergatti |
| Yo, hit the hood, I pull up in a new Jag |
| Same color doorag, nigga, you mad |
| Bitches like 'who that', all trying to eye us |
| And ya’ll dick riders, fiending to sit by us |
| Yo, sideline niggas is so ridiculous |
| You don’t roll wit Dougie, so you can’t be vicious, listen |