Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Looking Good, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 09.10.2000
Song language: English
Looking Good |
| Dum-dum, da-da-da-da-dum, dum-dum |
| Dum-dum dum-dum, da-da-da-da-dum, dum-dum |
| On the latest roll with my boy Z-Ro here |
| Z-Ro you ready ha, Rock yeah you dropping that hot shit |
| You really dropping that hot shit ha, Z-Ro let me Hear what you gonna sing for this one, come on Three liter big red, got diluted nines fed |
| Able to make a bitch, wanna suck my naked head |
| I get fly when I wanna, graduated from corners |
| I know it tingle, cause your pussy marinated my sauna |
| If you capping I ain’t tripping, cause I really don’t need you |
| Prolly say your pussy gon be beat up, and having a seizure |
| Overseas vacation, Prime Co. communication |
| And radio stations, got us in regular rotation |
| Cause the guns unloaded, lot of heads got exploded |
| Destined to be the throwdesf, if I’m properly promoted |
| Sewed it up like a sweater, financial back or go-getter |
| Then through your vest chest, with the talons in my baretta |
| Stay one step ahead of, my competition they better |
| Fly down from overseas sign down, and get to chumping for cheddar |
| 26 letters than Ro, if you ain’t know now you know |
| From Ridgemont 4 to Akapoko, I’m gripping grain in my flame |
| Sunday morning pulling out my bitch, I’m looking good |
| Nothing but diamonds around neck and around my wrist, I’m looking good |
| Doubles breasted tailor made, I’m 'Sacci'd down to the flo' |
| And it don’t matter, if you step on my wing tipped shoe |
| Cause I’ma just go buy me some mo', (what it is what it is) |
| Rolly on me wrist, Sansun me wrist band |
| 20 inch rims, on me suspension |
| Foreign replay, and not forge my stun-a |
| Dressed everyday, in the latest fashion look |
| Boys the enemy, best respect the man |
| Listen to me, know it’s rule number one |
| No buster ain’t right, we told the game plan |
| You do, you better and change the wrist band |
| The way me flow, my retaliation |
| So listen to me boy understand, understand |
| It’s a bezeled out wrist, and that I wear everyday |
| On the right hand-a, the Presidential Rolly |
| And it’s crossed off, like a ton of ice on the tray |
| And the price start-a, my choice to lose security |
| If you don’t believe me, ask your old lady |
| I know she saw it, from 'Poko miles away |
| Pull up to my bump, as I let it recline |
| 13's easy five screens, it ain’t no fucking with mine |
| They think I’m fucking with nine, but I multiplied it by fo' |
| It took some time, but I decided to throw my bitch on the 4's |
| The bubble-eyed Mazaratti, on a mission to meet Scotty |
| With bullets for your body, cause I’m living like Gotti |
| Pistol grip and a beam, plus a murdering team |
| Cash rule everything me, that there ain’t nothing but green |
| Jumping in and out of line, moving slow as I wanna |
| Smoking reefer bending corners, on 20 inch Yokohama |
| Cause these niggaz be hating me, when I be crawling down |
| So I’m like Paul Bugsy with a infrared, cause these niggaz be falling down |
| Steady yelling out timber, from the first dance January down to the last dance |
| December better remember, put a big shell casing up in you |
| Make you weak like SWV, when I shine and grind like E.S.G |
| But I gotta get love like the Big Steve, throwed in the game like that P-A-T |
| (*talking*) |
| Alright, ha-ha |
| You know so we keeping it real, yeah |
| Southside, Southside ha How you mean, Papa Reu, my boy Z-Ro |
| You know Rock with another hit |
| Ha-ha, you know he here with another hit |
| Ha-ha yeah, yeah-yeah |