Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That Looks Good, artist - Living Legends. Album song Almost Famous, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.10.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Legendary
Song language: English
That Looks Good |
That looks good but what’s on the inside? |
What’s on the other side? |
What’s on the flip? |
Tell me what I get, is it all of what I see? |
If I give you all of me then am I trippin? |
Listen! |
It was a late night |
You just got dissed, just got faded |
Dismissed as your girl twists up another fib |
Tryin' to hem you up for some shit you never did |
Makin' this relationship stressed out |
Flippin' her wig |
Talkin' bout cheatin' |
When she be clubbin' every weekend |
With her friends who you know and know you |
Know what you do sometimes smile and joke to |
But in your head you stay true |
They crew is hella fine |
While her pagers blowin' up |
There’s no keepin' up with her mind |
When she doin' her thing she’s out doin' her thing |
But it don’t seem right |
Your girl looks tight |
But something don’t seem right |
What’s on the inside |
I got shook |
I took a second glance |
Grabbed her from the dance floor |
Enhance the game |
We danced for a while then I told her my name |
She got her soul hooked |
It only took a minute or so |
Then back to the room, lets get blowed |
She was way out of control |
She was hella bold, yes I’m bold too |
So you know what we had to do |
Take off the shoes, let’s relax, kick back |
Let’s smoke this sack |
Without force she reached in her back pack |
And pulled a torch |
Now we high, I’m feelin' up her thighs |
Looked inside her eyes never tried to realize |
She’s faded! |
Barely made it out the bar |
Wasn’t really hard to get this groupie out her car |
«Don't worry honey my house ain’t far» |
Is what I told her |
Bumped the new CD to make the pee pee smolder |
Her momma told her don’t mess with MCs |
When she got older |
Yes her mamma was wise |
She was lookin' on the out |
And not the inside |
Ya got to analyze what’s right in front of your eyes!!! |
Got tricked by the smoke and the screen it seems |
Hollywood ain’t really all that it seems |
With my team at the El Rey and y’all know how we play |
A show with the fellowship we ripped and skipped |
To the Hyatt minus the dips |
We on a road trip over all the bullshit |
Glamour and the glitz |
I wish we never had to go through what happened next |
But history repeats itself |
And I’ve been used to getting dissed |
If wishes ever come true, this is one I entertained |
Mr. BDP requested meeting of the gang (double L) |
Over to the office we proceeded |
Hype and curious about what he needed |
Greeted by pounds and hugs major love |
Next came the pitch on how we supposed to sign up |
«Get under the wing» Rap City/MTV |
All them things that momma and my sister want to see for me |
Next scene performing at a club |
For the label that he runs |
We supposed to sign up |
Put us up in the Holiday Inn on Highland |
We do the show everybody drunk and smiling |
Leak out the info that we 'bout to sign it |
But little did we know that the Blastmaster’s lying |
Another chapter in this book called the Legends |
Everything ain’t never what it seems and that’s forever |
It was light blue and looked like an aspirin |
«Why ain’t you tried it yet» |
Everybody’s askin' |
That’s when I start flashin' |
«That's for rich kids and ravers!» |
But now it’s gone major |
It seems like the new official generation X hip-hop party favor |
It alters behavior |
Erases all your grief |
Got all my homies touchy feely straight grindin' their teeth |
I was in disbelief and a little ashamed |
When I found out all the names |
Of my homies on the «E» train, turned into «X» men |
I hope it’s a decision you don’t end up regretting |
Heard it fucks with your spine |
Not to mention your mind |
Serotonin on the brain |
Yeah I was «zonin'» with Eclipse |
But you’ll never catch me zonin' on that type of plane |
Cuz I’m all for everybody doing their thang |
But y’all done stepped to a level where I just can’t hang |
I don’t even smoke weed |
So why would I try something mixed with speed? |
Need me to spell it out? |
I’m talking ecstasy |
The drug everybody’s trying |
«Everybody else is doing it!» |
Except for me |
Catch me chillin' on the side staying drug free with pride |