Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look, artist - Boyz N Da Hood. Date of issue: 20.06.2005
Song language: English
Look |
| like a nigga keep your throat to a fine hoe thing thats a reefa |
| One slip then my 9 went bang Got rough on anybody who wanna test my game |
| Can’t you see we some killas gorillas gonna bang |
| Got some niggas still livin how i rocks they fade |
| Got a whole click of killas ridin chevys on blaze |
| And a trap to the moon, one heat one game |
| Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in (look) |
| Black tees, black hats, with the black tims (look) |
| We aint talkin to you niggas shit we aint gotta (look) |
| But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna (look) |
| Well what up for yah, it’s your boy Breeze again |
| Breezin in with one of yall Breeze again |
| And i know Jesus seein me sin so why not blow dro, why not sip seez and gin |
| Reason bein since birth man things have seemed |
| A little different, I’m still pimpin deep with in But now that I’m grown it’s on so i’m a go on and spit it And if I wanted your hoe I could have her gone in minutes |
| I pull up in the chevy lookin real slick and vicious |
| With a bottle of hennisey and a blunt of that sticky |
| Hops out with the forces the same color of the fitted |
| Instead of callin me daddy these hoes callin me diddy |
| I got a bundle of bitches with a lot of ass and titties |
| Nigga young and old, freak nasty with it Gold teeth gonna shine, sho nuff |
| And you can turn your head but your broad gonna look |
| Hoppin out of candy coated chevy bitch (look) |
| Whole team ballin harder than a roucus trick (look) |
| Sucka tryin to get live, got his gut split (look) |
| Got some type of piece tucked in my briefs slick (look) |
| Thats why we rollin deep with a barreta taker (look) |
| A dime piece with me all you better do is (look) |
| Get your head open wide like a pocket book (look) |
| You know you shook you aint gotta hide your face bitch (look) |
| Yeah its mister click clacker yeah i jack the jackers |
| Cover more than greyhound every hustlin backwards |
| Stay in the pocket gettin sticked but im breakin them tackles |
| Disrespect shift you brain left to right like a tackle |
| I’ve been gettin it for years and real niggas know that |
| Back when Dominique, Brooklyn jersey rockin the throw back |
| Take it from me, I’m a hunt your ass down like a lojack |
| Catch your ass while you sleep, blow your ass like a dro sack |
| Step up in the club with just a swing in my chain |
| It’s deez boyz snow man is the name |
| Posted up poppin cris like you do them beers |
| Got bread stacks I aint seen in a couple of years |
| When i ball I see a gansta they dont look they stare |
| Symbols in my ears 6 figures a pair |
| And I’m straight from the hood that’s where i come from |
| Still spend a hundred grand a year on white air ones |
| Look, Look, Look, Look |