Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take A Look (At Yourself), artist - Guru. Album song Guru's Jazzmatazz, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.05.1993
Record label: A Virgin Records Release;
Song language: English
Take A Look (At Yourself) |
«A lot of people don’t realize that. |
The reason why I’m talkin is. |
I’m tired of most» |
And I’m tired of suckers always complain about your situation |
Cause you frontin. |
«You dig?» |
Chorus: repeat 2X |
Take a look at yourself take a look at yourself |
Take one big look take a look at yourself. |
«You dig?» |
Came up short man (that's right) |
Yes just one time too many (too many) |
Don’t try to get too friendly (nah) |
I shouldn’t give you any (none) |
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, you know respect (yeah) |
You’re messed up son, tryin to play mack money (mack money) |
You went for self, for the fast wealth, but you know what’s funny? |
Now you’re fallin, fallin, cryin out for reasons (oww) |
Should I sympathize, or let my lyrics give lesions, |
And cuts? |
Cause I can straighten you up I ain’t on no crusade (nope) |
It’s just that your game’s played (yup) |
But are you afraid, to make moves, and get really paid? |
You might fade (goodbye) cause punk you live for today |
And most of your chances, already blew away |
Chorus |
Listen (check it son) |
Forget the dissin, I’m admittin |
I’ve done some wrong, also wrote some dope songs (word) |
My man Roy, he brought the vibes along |
Now I’m there, in here gettin funky with the track |
I used to drive a Cadillac, it took me there and back (right) |
But seriously black, how you livin? |
(how you livin?) |
From what I can see, word to mother you’re slippin |
If I were you, I’d stop this fantasy world stuff (quit it) |
Cause the real world’s tough, you ain’t equipped enough |
Step back, analyze, and use your own eyes to see |
(take a look) I can’t be you, you can’t be me For your problems, yo you can’t blame no one else |
Chorus |
I ain’t runnin away (never kid) yo are you? |
I been through the BS, I got scars a few (many) |
But I can’t dwell in the hell that I’ve passed through (nope) |
I’ma blast through (yup) and do what I gotta do (have to) |
Amazing, suckers think this rap stuff won’t phase them |
I wait then, and cross the ceilings til they cave in (boom) |
Or give in, cause the power keeps me driven (that's right) |
I’ll de-stroy the weak noise with much poise and no toys |
Or tricks (nope) so stay off my tip |
And get a grip on your own and get a life of your own |
And stop waitin, for things to come to you |
That’s for chumps (that's right) I know what you oughta do Chorus |
Yeah I wanna give a big big shout out |
To the Dirty Rotten Scoundrels and the Group Home |
To my man Premier |
Crazy shoutout to all the boroughs of New York |
KnowhatI’msayin? |
Cause my man Roy Ayers is in full effect |
Chorus |