Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lookin’ At You, artist - K Rino. Album song Alien Baby, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.01.2011
Record label: Black Book International
Song language: English
Lookin’ At You |
Everyone is looking at you |
Everyday I’m looking at you |
You can’t see me but I’m looking at you |
Everyday I’m looking at you |
(Tell me what’cha see) |
I see you when ya hating and ya scheming okay |
I see what’chu be thinking when ya dreaming all day |
Wishing you can penetrate my matrix hell no |
I tie em up and let em watch me count my mail slow |
Whoo! |
Ya never see me no money no deal |
Murdering rappers in the streets like road kill |
Had a dream I was killing you it was so real |
I heat em up in two minutes like oatmeal |
Half-robot half-alien mammal |
Snakin up the hustle the huts soft a camel |
Talkin to animals on my CD panel |
Slap your 2 dought from a 3D channel |
Get em up with two lines and need the whole place shook |
How the hell you goin bang on Facebook? |
Check the message it’ll promise it will send shots |
I left 25 shocks in ya inbox |
Running in for my money the cellular sun hit me |
Even tho it couldn’t be back in one jiffy |
Sell em with his homies with regular come and get me |
But didn’t know I carry the Louie a bomb with me |
Plus if I can read you’ll probably never get it out of me |
I don’t need Twitter don’t make it the world follow me |
Gotta see a dollar cause I’m allergy to poverty |
When I see a nigga I try to hit it like the lottery |
Slow down I need a breather (whoo) |
I’m a G he’s the diva |
You say that K ain’t moving platinum eulogie you ain’t either |
Everytime I hear you rhyme I feel like I’m in Toyland |
You not hard you need to give up rap and join a boy band |
You need all sorts of meds |
Challenge in lost his bread |
Stay commercial I stay underground like an ostrich’s head |
Everyone is looking at you |
Everyday I’m looking at you |
You can’t see me but I’m looking at you |
Everyday I’m looking at you |
(Tell me what’cha see) |
I see you when ya hating and ya scheming okay |
I see what’chu be thinking when ya dreaming all day |
Wishing you can penetrate my matrix hell no |
I tie em up and let em watch me count my mail slow |
Let me show you how the whole thing happened |
Thirteen songs back you removed the plastic wrap from the album prepared to |
hear me rapping |
You let the songs play all the way checked out each one you loved em |
Even rewind the certain lines to check the devious of em |
You brought your copy from the store I hope you like it G |
And I remember you you brought yours off the streets from me |
It was a new yeah you been down for years support constituent |
You order yours for me online that’s real man thanks for listening |
But something’s wrong I feel some tingling in my spidey senses |
Some of y’all done listen to these under false pretentious |
I don’t see my album cover, I don’t understand |
I see a burned CD with my name written off by hand |
Now what’s the deal man you ain’t pay for that you shouldn’t had it |
Don’t act surprised or try to lie fool I’m looking right at it |
You stole my music then the kind of moves I can’t condome |
And you right there don’t burn this for your partna tell him buy his own |
Everyone is looking at you |
Everyday I’m looking at you |
You can’t see me but I’m looking at you |
Everyday I’m looking at you |
(Tell me what’cha see) |
I see you when ya hating and ya scheming okay |
I see what’chu be thinking when ya dreaming all day |
Wishing you can penetrate my matrix hell no |
I tie em up and let em watch me count my mail slow |
Ain’t nobody live as me (live as me) |
I run up and invade you like privacy (privacy) |
Mess with me at two fifty nine and see (wassup) |
I guarantee that you won’t be alive at three |
I’m in your phone line stopping your connection |
I’ll be in the mirror right behind your reflection (that's me) |
When you start to panic I’ll evaporate and vanish |
But not before the permanent psychological damage |
My third eye pictures the infinite forecast |
I see right through your body as if it was made of glass |
I see you when I’m sleeping in the dark in a blindfold |
And you don’t see this invisible weapon that I hold |
Come on |