Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Look Now, artist - Outsidaz. Date of issue: 07.08.2008
Song language: English
Don't Look Now |
| Slap y’all hats off ask me what you rap for |
| Run up in your crib with a hacksaw (BANG) |
| Tired of cops, I put your life in a box |
| Before I tie up your pops and let him HANG |
| Yo, as far as this go, I’m like the mummy |
| Exploiting the ancient Egypt science of life and math for money |
| The Godfather flow I’m like Sonny |
| The number one thief; |
| Mr. Wild Out like KEITH MURRAY! |
| Yea |
| When I’m drunk, puffin canibus skunk |
| I start shit with ya, beat ya, manager up |
| Then battle every one of y’all that’re rattlesnakes |
| It’s like I haven’t ate, and your clique smell like carrot cake |
| ?Place lead in chicken’s head? |
| give up cookies |
| Then pass the fuck out like piss in bitches' pussies |
| The Capricorn, my dick be lasting long |
| Fuck raw first, GET THE RUBBER SLAP IT ON! |
| So, girls, I’m scoping you, who could hold me closest |
| Curve your back like multiple scoliosis |
| Fellas' beef, only start if you whiffing |
| I turn your chest into barbecue chicken |
| Don’t look now, we top billing it, filling it |
| My raps, my life, my style, my crew, we killing it |
| Money in the head we ice grilling it, stealing it |
| Your raps, your life, your style, your crew, we killing it |
| I drink too much liquor, got a bad liver |
| Streets is watching me like I’m Jigga; |
| STARING |
| Chew your crew up like they was spearmint |
| Kick a verse, people go crazy when they hear it (HYUH!) |
| First I had no deal, now I’m living lovelier |
| Cause I’m on Columbia, spending all they money up |
| I got that hurry up, quick quick |
| Bust raw style in the pussy, like when me and my honey fuck |
| Blow up like Michael Jordan pager!* |
| It ain’t a thing thing thing |
| That’s that ring ring ring |
| No matter what the job, I hit the task faster |
| Educate and teach y’all like the Blastmaster |
| And from the vision Heaven sending me |
| I can see myself on the cover of Ebony |
| The cover of XXL, the cover of Fresh |
| The cover of the Source, and the cover of Stress |
| Pace Won, lace buds, smoke with Gov-G |
| Or tour around the world with my man Young Zee |
| Left bolt, bust off, see me hit the deck first |
| It’s like my tech’s curse, you be giving me an expert |
| You know the difference, Az the type to go the distance |
| And you ain’t, so we can’t have this coexistence |
| Yo it’s only rich, ain’t no getting poor |
| Dough is what I’m on a mission itching for |
| For the love of this, I get the four kicking door |
| Leave a fella’s bra twitching saw him on the kitchen floor |
| Most of y’all sound retarded to me |
| I’m the hottest shit, since that nigga Moses, parted the sea |
| And y’all can keep hating when I’m the one you like |
| Weed got my eyes squinting like the sun too bright |
| YO! |