Testo Look - Amended Version - Boyz N Da Hood
Testo della canzone Look - Amended Version (Boyz N Da Hood), tratta dall'album Boyz N Da Hood
You can catch me in the middle of Atlanta
(Look) In the crack and the crevice of the ghetto
(Look) Chrome weapons gon' catch you on a stretcher
(Look) Got a nine like a .45 special
(Look) See I'm chilling with my whole herd of bitches holla
(Look) Just a nigga with a chrome double barrel so I
(Look) Coming at me wanna kill me I can tell how he
(Look) But I already had my thang cocked for I
(Look) See I had the same face of a nigga and I
(Look) Look like a nigga keep the dope to a
(Look) Nine whole thing that's a reefer one sip then my nine went
(Look) Bang, got rough on buddy trying to test my game
(Look) Can't you see we some killers, gorillas gon' bang
(Look) Got some dope where you live and hot rocks to the face
(Look) Got a whole click of killers riding shits on blades
(Look) And it's trap to the bone, want beef, won't pay
Take a look
The Boyz N Da Hood just stepped in
(Look) Black tee, black hat with the black Timbs
(Look) We ain't talking to you nigga shit, you ain't got a
(Look) But I put it on them Dubs that your ho's gon'
(Look) Hey
The Boyz N Da Hood just stepped in
(Look) Black tee, black hat with the black Timbs
(Look) We ain't talking to you nigga shit, you ain't got a
(Look) But I put it on them Dubs that your ho's gon'
(Look) Hey
Well what up folk, yeah it's your boy Breeze again
Breathing in with one of y'all breezes again
And I know Jesus is seeing me sin
So why not blow trees, why not sip seeds of gin
Reason being since birth man things have seemed
To feel different, I feel pimping deep within
Now that I'm grown it's on so I'ma gon' and spit it
And if I wanted your ho I can have her, gon' admit it
I pulled up in a Chevy looking real suspicious
With a bottle of Hennessy and a pound of bitches
Hopped out with the forces same color the fitted
Instead of calling me daddy these hoes calling me Diddy
I got a bundle of bitches with a lot of ass and titties
Young and old, freak nasty with it
Gold teeth gon' shine so
(Look) And you can turn your head but your broad gon' look
The Boyz N Da Hood just stepped in
(Look) Black tee, black hat with the black Timbs
(Look) We ain't talking to you nigga shit, you ain't got a
(Look) But I put it on them Dubs that your ho's gon'
(Look) Hey
The Boyz N Da Hood just stepped in
(Look) Black tee, black hat with the black Timbs
(Look) We ain't talking to you nigga shit, you ain't got a
(Look) But I put it on them Dubs that your ho's gon'
(Look) Hey
Hopping out a candy coated Chevy bitch
(Look) Whole team balling harder than a Rucker strip
(Look) Suckers tried to get live and got his gut split
(Look) Keep some type of burner tucked off in my briefs nigga
(Look) That's why we twenty deep and ready for the beef
(Look) Take a look, a dime piece with me, all you better do is
(Look) Get your head open wide like a pocketbook
(Look) You know you shook, you ain't gotta hide your face bitch
(Look) It's up
Yeah it's nothing to Clik Clak-a bitch, I jack these jackers
Cover more ground than Greyhound, never hustling backwards
Stay in the pocket getting blitzed while I'm breaking the tackle
Disrespect, shift your brain right to left like a tassle
I've been getting it in for years, real niggas they know that
Back when Dominique Wilkins jersey wasn't a throwback
Take from me, I'ma hunt your ass down like a LoJack
Catch you while you sleep and blow your ass out the back
The Boyz N Da Hood just stepped in
(Look) Black tee, black hat with the black Timbs
(Look) We ain't talking to you nigga shit, you ain't got a
(Look) But I put it on them Dubs that your ho's gon'
(Look) Hey
The Boyz N Da Hood just stepped in
(Look) Black tee, black hat with the black Timbs
(Look) We ain't talking to you nigga shit, you ain't got a
(Look) But I put it on them Dubs that your ho's gon'
(Look) Hey
Step up in the club just a swinging my chain, my chain
HD boy, Snowman's the name
Post up and pop Cris' like you do them beers
Got bread stashed that I ain't seen in a couple of years
When them broads see a gangsta they don't look, they stare
Chandelier's in my ears, six figures a pair
And I'm straight from the hood, that's where I come from
Still spend a hundred grand a year on white Air Ones
The Boyz N Da Hood just stepped in
(Look) Black tee, black hat with the black Timbs
(Look) We ain't talking to you nigga shit, you ain't got a
(Look) But I put it on them Dubs that your ho's gon'
(Look) Hey
The Boyz N Da Hood just stepped in
(Look) Black tee, black hat with the black Timbs
(Look) We ain't talking to you nigga shit, you ain't got a
(Look) But I put it on them Dubs that your ho's gon'
(Look) Hey
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Writer(s): Jacoby White, Jay Jenkins, . Drumma Boy, Lee Dixon, Miguel Scott
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