Boyz N Da Hood - Look lyrics

Look, look, look, look Look, look, look, look You can catch me in the middle of Atlanta n***a (Look) In the cracks and the crevises of the ghetto n***a (look) Gone rep you is gonna catch you on a stretcher n***a (look) Gotta 9 like a 45 special n***a (look) Still chillin' with my hoe heard a b**h holla (look) It's a n***a with a chrome double barrell so I (look) Coming at me wanna k** me I can tell how the way he (look) But I already had my thing co*ked before I (look) See I had the same face of the n***a and I (look) Like a n***a keep your throat to a fine hoe thing that's a reefa One slip then my 9 went bang Got rough on anybody who wanna test my game Can't you see we some k**as gorillas gonna bang Got some n***as still livin' how I rocks they fade Got a whole click of k**as ridin chevy's on blaze And a trap to the moon, one heat one game [Chorus: x2] Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in (look) Black tees, black hats, with the black Tims (look) We ain't talkin' to you n***as sh** we ain't gotta (look) But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna (look) Well what up for yeah, it's your boy Breeze again Breezin' in with one of y'all Breeze again And I know Jesus seein' me sin so why not blow dro, why not sip seez and gin Reason bein' since birth man things have seemed A little different, I'm still pimpin' deep with in But now that I'm grown it's on so I'm a go on and spit it And if I wanted your hoe I could have her gone in minutes I pull up in the chevy lookin real slick and vicious With a bottle of hennisey and a blunt of that sticky Hops out with the forces the same color of the fitted Instead of callin me daddy these hoes callin me diddy I got a bundle of b**hes with a lot of a** and titties n***a young and old, freak nasty with it Gold teeth gonna shine, sho nuff And you can turn your head but your broad gonna look [Chorus: x2] Hoppin' out of candy coated Chevy b**h (look) Whole team ballin' harder than a roucus trick (look) s**a tryin' to get live, got his gut split (look) Got some type of piece tucked in my briefs slick (look) That's why we rollin' deep with a barreta taker (look) A dime piece with me all you better do is (look) Get your head open wide like a pocket book (look) You know you shook you ain't gotta hide your face b**h (look) Yeah its mister click clacker yeah I jack the jackers Cover more than greyhound every hustlin' backwards Stay in the pocket gettin' sticked but I'm breakin' them tackles Disrespect shift you brain left to right like a tackle I've been gettin' it for years and real n***as know that Back when Dominique, Brooklyn jersey rockin' the throw back Take it from me, I'm a hunt your a** down like a lojack Catch your a** while you sleep, blow your a** like a dro' sack [Chorus: x2] Step up in the club with just a swing in my chain It's deez boyz snow man is the name Posted up poppin' cris like you do them beers Got bread stacks I ain't seen in a couple of years When I ball I see a gangsta they don't look they stare Symbols in my ears 6 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 [Chorus: x2] Look, look, look, look Look, look, look, look