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Viewing Lyrics for Made You Look:
| | | Artist: | Nas |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Made You Look | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 65 | | | | Lyrics: | *shotgun blast*
*old school break beat, thugs chant "Bravehearts!" 7X*
[Verse 1:
Nas]
Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all
can step wit'
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's
Nas yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay
laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin for wifie
Thug girl who
fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive
thru the city no doubt, but don't say my car's topless
Say the titties is out, newness here's
the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick
in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stu-pid, king'a the town,
yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and yor men's at
Do the Smurf, do the
Wop, Baseball Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back
[Chorus: Nas]
They
shootin'! -- Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big/"big"
money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
They
shootin'! -- Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big/"big"
money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?
[Verse 2:
Nas]
This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's
hot
My live niggaz lit up the reefer
Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper
Don't
start none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don't wanna see no
ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland'd
up
Let the music diffuse all the tension
Ball or convention, free admission
Hustlers,
dealers and killers'ca move swift
Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept
All
my just-comin' homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face,
you people so phoney
Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty
[Chorus]
*thugs
chanting "Bravehearts!" 4X over DJ scratching gunshots*
[Verse 3: Nas]
I see niggaz
runnin', yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters don't box,
my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk hazas
Like Pun said, "You ain't
even en mi clasa"
Maybach Benz, back seat, tv plasma
Ladies lookin for athletes or
rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
Lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the
sexiest is always the nastiest
*record scratched off, Nas rhymes acapella*
And I like a
little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
I'm a leader, at
last this a don you wit'
My nines'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness | | | |
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