Don't Look Now - Outsidaz

Slap y’all hats off ask me what you rap for

Run up in your crib with a hacksaw (BANG)

Tired of cops, I put your life in a box

Before I tie up your pops and let him HANG

Yo, as far as this go, I’m like the mummy

Exploiting the ancient Egypt science of life and math for money

The Godfather flow I’m like Sonny

The number one thief;

Mr. Wild Out like KEITH MURRAY!

Yea

When I’m drunk, puffin canibus skunk

I start shit with ya, beat ya, manager up

Then battle every one of y’all that’re rattlesnakes

It’s like I haven’t ate, and your clique smell like carrot cake

?Place lead in chicken’s head?

give up cookies

Then pass the fuck out like piss in bitches' pussies

The Capricorn, my dick be lasting long

Fuck raw first, GET THE RUBBER SLAP IT ON!

So, girls, I’m scoping you, who could hold me closest

Curve your back like multiple scoliosis

Fellas' beef, only start if you whiffing

I turn your chest into barbecue chicken

Don’t look now, we top billing it, filling it

My raps, my life, my style, my crew, we killing it

Money in the head we ice grilling it, stealing it

Your raps, your life, your style, your crew, we killing it

I drink too much liquor, got a bad liver

Streets is watching me like I’m Jigga;

STARING

Chew your crew up like they was spearmint

Kick a verse, people go crazy when they hear it (HYUH!)

First I had no deal, now I’m living lovelier

Cause I’m on Columbia, spending all they money up

I got that hurry up, quick quick

Bust raw style in the pussy, like when me and my honey fuck

Blow up like Michael Jordan pager!*

It ain’t a thing thing thing

That’s that ring ring ring

No matter what the job, I hit the task faster

Educate and teach y’all like the Blastmaster

And from the vision Heaven sending me

I can see myself on the cover of Ebony

The cover of XXL, the cover of Fresh

The cover of the Source, and the cover of Stress

Pace Won, lace buds, smoke with Gov-G

Or tour around the world with my man Young Zee

Left bolt, bust off, see me hit the deck first

It’s like my tech’s curse, you be giving me an expert

You know the difference, Az the type to go the distance

And you ain’t, so we can’t have this coexistence

Yo it’s only rich, ain’t no getting poor

Dough is what I’m on a mission itching for

For the love of this, I get the four kicking door

Leave a fella’s bra twitching saw him on the kitchen floor

Most of y’all sound retarded to me

I’m the hottest shit, since that nigga Moses, parted the sea

And y’all can keep hating when I’m the one you like

Weed got my eyes squinting like the sun too bright

YO!