Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What You Lookin' For (feat. Project Pat), artist - Tear Da Club Up Thugs. Date of issue: 31.10.2000
Record label: Sony
Song language: English
What You Lookin' For (feat. Project Pat) |
| What you looking for, what you looking for, what you need? |
| What you looking for, what you looking for, what you need? |
| (Is it crack or weed?) |
| What you looking for, what you looking for, what you need? |
| What you looking for, what you looking for, what you need? |
| (Satisfaction guaranteed) |
| It’s about 7:30, a nigga out there early early |
| I’m on the? |
| burna? |
| phone, just got paged by a curly curly |
| Hit me on my horn three times if you want the crack |
| But fool don’t be paging me no more for no credit sack |
| Sipping on a forty, what’s up shorty? |
| (girl: What’s up) |
| Can I get that face? |
| (Boy please) |
| I’m out here trying to make this doped down money |
| Fuck you anyway (Fuck you too) |
| Hoes want a nigga that’s breaking them off |
| I ain’t got time for that |
| But if you want to get real high up to the sky I’m slinging packs |
| I’m booing yay up out the taxi when I’m in the N. Y |
| My brother Phil D. gots my back up in the Chi |
| L.L., Sunny Sunny, Chris and don’t forget Dough |
| Got you faded by the pound, nigga keeping 'em though |
| Lil Fin and Queens mound ya’ll forever be thick |
| P-mall don’t ball I see you moving that shit |
| T-bolo, never solo, he ride with Tony D. 'times |
| Up in the polo (go 'head, go 'head) Blast my enemies |
| The devil’s greatest trick was convincing the world |
| He did not exist |
| Now I must wrote this strategy to the drunk of this |
| Narcotic cocaine knowledges, we will not acknowledge it |
| Nickels sold up in the park dog, I want my fucking part of it |
| Gotta make a plenty pay, schedule for the night and day |
| Niggas on the ledge or on the roof, we got to move this today |
| And don’t get no prophet ?, when you pushing hop yo |
| Tell this china white style you back, oh, you go, oh |
| I’m going to take a walk to the boulevard |
| Till they check on his face and pace |
| And make sure way this movie straight, Keyser Soze |
| I’m walking on razor blades, and keeping them flambayed |
| Cause whats on that plate is that Peruvian high grade |
| I love crack addicts, they have this magic to me, Sunny |
| With rocks in your hand it should disappear and turn to money |
| The green ill leafs, the evil roots and the seed is greed, paint enemy |
| Like time the streets is calling me to feed |
| Friends and money, just like oil and water |
| Cross the line and you can prepare for the slaughter |
| Oughta be shot what you looking for some credit bro' |
| I got the rocks to get you high but you twenty short |
| A newport is all I can give ya' player |
| So push on Project Pat ain’t no perpetrater |
| A demonstrater, demonstrating dog how it goes |
| Hanging with killers with them drains coming out their nose |
| Opposing laws in this game so I can stay on top |
| By slanging rock Oh I use my mask and my Glock |
| It’s non-stop, crack sales every block in town |
| I’m trying to come up in this shit just like Nino Brown |
| I’m staying down, watching out, trigger finger itching |
| But collard greens like the dope cook up in the kitchen |
| You come up missing when you owe a nigga on my block |
| Cause down here you get killed over a dime rock |
| Chorus fades out… |