Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What It Look Like, artist - Spank Rock. Album song YoYoYoYoYo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
What It Look Like |
| It took me lightly like a quiet boost |
| Another piece of candy from your favorite neighborhood corner store |
| Surely shoulda sold the weight |
| A heavy burden to carry the bare soul slaved |
| They don’t wanna have a thing to do with |
| Can’t blame me cause you look |
| Can’t name em cause they Took over some whip protect state |
| Which you can’t walk |
| Fuck around with me more |
| Make you look like you’re white in a Harlem shaking contest |
| I hone this to find this so close to finest |
| Fuck grammar, ill-mannered |
| Don’t start with spank |
| Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is |
| Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is |
| Oh ease up mother fucker, take a breath |
| Who will it be, I’m more than more than less |
| Oh ease up mother fucker, take a breath |
| You look beat now, now I suggest you take a rest |
| Can’t say what I will or won’t do |
| It’s just the height |
| You might want to stay on your toes to |
| Secure a full view |
| For scoop as you contagiously move to assume |
| Why you assume |
| I’m feeling uneasy |
| My past is a broken sham |
| My thoughts but my guts don’t even believe me |
| She don’t believe me, it’s like dude can’t see me |
| Got a whole 'nother study that I’m constantly feeling |
| Ain’t nothing much that’s to ever such n' such |
| Such so much to clean nuttin |
| But nigga I’m really touched |
| What was I drinking? |
| (from another with a boppin nigga) |
| (If you didn’t pull me back, spitting on his new shoes) |
| What was he thinking? |
| (man I wonder, do I smile too much?) |
| (Yes, you too can get fucked up) |
| Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is |
| Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is |
| Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is |
| Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is |
| Tell me with it |
| I’m sick with it, I stick with it and in the end |
| All these niggas gonna get with it |
| Now tell me what it look like, tell me what it is |
| Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is |
| Tell me with it |
| I’m sick with it, I stick with it |
| And in the end all these niggas gonna get with it |
| Now tell me what it looks like, tell me what it is |
| Tell me what it looks like, tell me what it is |
| (sit the fuck… there ain’t no dancing, no dancing) |
| My tongue is the drum |
| My mind’s the machine |
| Now, it’s grim fantastic extremes |
| Fall victim to this think tank-M16 |
| Sound, shot, fix, fit, Crease, grease, then clean |
| Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is |
| Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is |
| Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is |
| Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is |
| Tell me with it |
| I’m sick with it, I stick with it |
| And in the end all these niggas gonna get with it |
| Now tell me what it look like, tell me what it is |
| Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is |
| Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is |
| Tell me with it |
| I’m sick with it, I stick with it |
| And in the end all these niggas gonna get with it |
| I’m sick with it, I stick with it |
| And in the end all these niggas gonna get with it |
| I’m sick with it, I stick with it |
| And in the end all these niggas gonna get with it |