Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What You See, artist - Goodie Mob. Date of issue: 28.06.2004
Song language: English
What You See |
| What you see ain’t always what you get |
| Dont let this shit fool you |
| We just some black man hustlin to |
| Tryna get through |
| What you see ain’t always what you get |
| Dont let this shit fool you |
| Im on the grind tryna get mine too |
| Just like you |
| Big Gipp understand this, king of the A-list |
| Cocker Spaniel poker, lonely girl stroker |
| You the first lady and Im the first string chauffeur |
| Met you at a nightclub VIP sofa |
| You caught my eye, youre so fly, your smile |
| Your dress and your diamond chip choker |
| It really feels good to know ya, sip mimosa |
| It might bring us closer if ya left me right now |
| Hurts like I know sir |
| What you see ain’t always what you get |
| Dont let this shit fool you |
| We just some black man hustlin to |
| Tryna get through |
| What you see ain’t always what you get |
| Dont let this shit fool you |
| Im on the grind tryna get mine too |
| Just like you |
| The one I want to make it look like Im a big baller |
| Yes yallin, Boss Hoggin |
| But what you see ain’t always whatcha get |
| A black man hustlin, grindin, findin |
| His way through the darkness |
| Regardless of circumstances situations facin |
| Just like you I got bills to pay too |
| They can give a damn bout who I rap with |
| Whats your crew been through? |
| Groupies, gold diggers |
| Stop a shorty I respect your gangsta |
| What you see ain’t always what you get |
| Dont let this shit fool you |
| We just some black man hustlin to |
| Tryna get through |
| What you see ain’t always what you get |
| Dont let this shit fool you |
| Im on the grind tryna get mine too |
| Just like you |
| (Wait til they get a load of me) |
| Where my brim? |
| Where my hoes? |
| Where my clothes? |
| Where my pointy toes? |
| Where my forty-four? |
| Where my blow? |
| Where the dough? |
| Where the club at? |
| Thats where the thugs at, where the love at? |
| Where the green? |
| Where the fruity? |
| Come here girl, let me wild out on you booty |
| Hey where the hook up? |
| Time to cook up |
| Never put the good book up |
| Where God? |
| He right in the heart |
| Play some spades, where my cards? |
| What you see ain’t always what you get |
| Dont let this shit fool you |
| We just some black man hustlin to |
| Tryna get through |
| What you see ain’t always what you get |
| Dont let this shit fool you |
| Im on the grind tryna get mine too |
| Just like you |
| I hate pretty boy raps |
| But I love getting love in my lap, shootin big craps |
| Life is just a gamble |
| Like a double platinum album of the fireplace mantle |
| Sexy women capture my attention (hey shorty) |
| But I dig fly conversation |
| Solid occupations, ladies that wear business suits |
| Independent like Beyonc, world renowned like Janet |
| That cause us all to pay attention |
| Because we see em on the TV |
| And we hear em on the radio waves |
| Slave to the street, hustle cause I got to eat |
| Muscle my way through Peachtree City |
| Pity the fool that disrespect my queens |
| Get it how she get it |
| Puttin food on the table, DVD players with cable |
| Corinthian leather sofas, Persian rugs |
| Range Rovers, four leaf clovers that smell like blueberry dosha |
| What you see ain’t always what you get |
| Dont let this shit fool you |
| We just some black man hustlin to |
| Tryna get through |
| What you see ain’t always what you get |
| Dont let this shit fool you |
| Im on the grind tryna get mine too |
| Just like you |
| What you see ain’t always what you get |
| Dont let this shit fool you |
| We just some black man hustlin to |
| Tryna get through |
| What you see ain’t always what you get |
| Dont let this shit fool you |
| Im on the grind tryna get mine too |
| Just like you |