Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look Out, artist - Erick Sermon. Date of issue: 15.02.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Look Out |
| I see plots under disguises, lies under toned in the tone |
| Of another grown man like damn what the fuck he on?! |
| Child’s Play and like Chucky’s clone |
| Good fortune moved out his house, so his luck is gone |
| Frontin like nothin’s wrong, that’s who I’m lookin out for |
| Niggas grillin me like they livin and cookin outdoors |
| So I’m keepin my mouth closed and my eyes wide |
| Come at me get that beef pattie like five guys |
| Y’all cakes is soft flakes Raisin Brand |
| My phrase is make a man take a stand Doc Frankenstand |
| It’s the weirdest science, it’s clear defiance |
| Eat up the cats like lions, they fear alliance |
| Niggas look at the stars, wishin they had cars |
| But ain’t no genies in the bottle only cush in jars |
| They look at ours, and compare with there’s |
| Ballin out over here don’t meanin missin hairs |
| There grimey catch me if you find me |
| I walk with a rear view mirror to see behind me |
| That’s not paranoia that’s bein alert |
| It separates from bein alive to bein in dirt |
| Huh! |
| You got that bread watch your back («LOOK OUT!») |
| Niggas, wish they had what you got («LOOK OUT!») |
| Wait! |
| Hold up what’s that?! |
| («LOOK OUT!») |
| Homey you better («LOOK OUT!») Don’t let 'em catch you like («AHHHHHHH!!!») |
| Huh! |
| You got that bread watch your back («LOOK OUT!») |
| Niggas, wish they had what you got («LOOK OUT!») |
| Wait! |
| Hold up what’s that?! |
| («LOOK OUT!») |
| Homey you better («LOOK OUT!») Don’t let 'em catch you like («AHHHHHHH!!!») |
| Huh! |
| Everyday I wake up Twon it’s good news |
| I feel dynamite like I’m Tom or Cruise |
| OOOH! |
| I do’s it (HOW COME?) The best could |
| Mr. International you see me on Westwood |
| London I’m there on a first class ticket |
| I’m a star, 'cause that’s how Beckett I kick it |
| The band and yeah, I’m runnin rapid |
| Access is granted so I’m takin advantage, damnit |
| Yeah! |
| I’m underrated (Uh!) |
| I’m important like when life was created by God when he made it |
| Yeah! |
| You a loser I am the future |
| Even though, I’m the past I’m the future |
| Still that producer, makin that Elroy Jetson (Uh Huh!) |
| The next shit, can’t you hear this perfection |
| Feel my aggression nigga |
| I’m hungry, great depression nigga |
| Twenty pounds gone I changed my whole figure |
| Jesus piece around your neck and you a killer |
| UMMM!!! |
| Go figure |
| Yeah! |
| You keep sayin you a gangsta?! |
| Please! |
| You a saint, and doin you would be a Drew Brees |
| Huh! |
| You got that bread watch your back («LOOK OUT!») |
| Niggas, wish they had what you got («LOOK OUT!») |
| Wait! |
| Hold up what’s that?! |
| («LOOK OUT!») |
| Homey you better («LOOK OUT!») Don’t let 'em catch you like («AHHHHHHH!!!») |
| Huh! |
| You got that bread watch your back («LOOK OUT!») |
| Niggas, wish they had what you got («LOOK OUT!») |
| Wait! |
| Hold up what’s that?! |
| («LOOK OUT!») |
| Homey you better («LOOK OUT!») Don’t let 'em catch you like («AHHHHHHH!!!») |