What U Lookin' 4

歌詞

It goes one for the mind and two for the money Who dat wit skull tattooes and his nose runny It's me, that funky MC, the Rrr-ah E Indubitably, I'm Jersey down to Mitentry Officer, you're hawkin the, ninety-three Landcruise When it's real criminals, you should be watchin for Get off my dick for what you don't got Plus you probably never licked a shot on your block Walkin to my car witcha nine out the holster Put your hands on the steering wheel like ya sposed ta I cooperate don't give the redneck no hassle Because too many mistakes be happening to black folk <<chorus>> I said what the fuck are you lookin 4? Can't a young man make money anymore? Hah hah, leave ya butt naked... I said what the fuck are you lookin 4? Can't a young man make money anymore? Aiyyo stash that weed up while me and the cop is riffin Damn I knew I shoulda got that stash box built-in But it's alright cause me and my niggaz roll tight We all think alike, we jump out whoever packin pipe Don't they know who's the freak from the East? I get faded like Chong and Cheech without bleach And started spittin game 'fore these cops start to reach on these creeps, showin mentality from the streets Even though we had a half a pound by the seats My peeps never tweek, we handle shit when there's heat Since one cop was white the otha was a brotha I pulled out my tape and front page of the cover of The Source, told him me and Janet's on tour Broke it down to who's my boss and who I rap for Plus them niggaz, EPMD Put me D, now I'm runnin with the Green Eyed B A-N-D-I-T, and Def Squad camp Here's your Def Jam tickets and your autograph Now haul ass, I got a meetin bout seven Basically I'm saying bye bye like Guy <<chorus>> My license, been suspended, for about five years The system got my ass in the jam Can't even ride to see my fam in Alabam' I get petrified everytime I see the man throw the lights on (woop woop) The mic's on so I stress it Shit I'm haulin ass before I start undressin Niggaz on they knees with they hands on the top of the heads while the Feds crack jokes with the glock in ya Don't get me wrong I know a lot of cool cops That'd let me go if I had two glocks and oowops But, I don't, so, I keeps it, real The five hundred series with deep dish peels Quick, my bitch, stash, two clips, between two her tits before the cops fuck with the Rrr-ah I'm a nigga of today a nigga of tomorrow, beyotch! <<chorus>> To my people in Kentucky rock rock on word is bond Newark New Jersey rock rock on word is bond Atlanta Georgia rock rock on word is bond Connecticut rock rock on word is bond To my people up in Queens rock rock on word is bond Bri-donx in the house rock rock on word is bond Virginia's in this bitch rock rock on word is bond San Francisco rock rock on word is bond Yeah, bitch ass niggaz rock this!