What It Look Like - Spank Rock

It took me lightly like a quiet boost

Another piece of candy from your favorite neighborhood corner store

Surely shoulda sold the weight

A heavy burden to carry the bare soul slaved

They don’t wanna have a thing to do with

Can’t blame me cause you look

Can’t name em cause they Took over some whip protect state

Which you can’t walk

Fuck around with me more

Make you look like you’re white in a Harlem shaking contest

I hone this to find this so close to finest

Fuck grammar, ill-mannered

Don’t start with spank

Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Oh ease up mother fucker, take a breath

Who will it be, I’m more than more than less

Oh ease up mother fucker, take a breath

You look beat now, now I suggest you take a rest

Can’t say what I will or won’t do

It’s just the height

You might want to stay on your toes to

Secure a full view

For scoop as you contagiously move to assume

Why you assume

I’m feeling uneasy

My past is a broken sham

My thoughts but my guts don’t even believe me

She don’t believe me, it’s like dude can’t see me

Got a whole 'nother study that I’m constantly feeling

Ain’t nothing much that’s to ever such n' such

Such so much to clean nuttin

But nigga I’m really touched

What was I drinking?

(from another with a boppin nigga)

(If you didn’t pull me back, spitting on his new shoes)

What was he thinking?

(man I wonder, do I smile too much?)

(Yes, you too can get fucked up)

Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me with it

I’m sick with it, I stick with it and in the end

All these niggas gonna get with it

Now tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me with it

I’m sick with it, I stick with it

And in the end all these niggas gonna get with it

Now tell me what it looks like, tell me what it is

Tell me what it looks like, tell me what it is

(sit the fuck… there ain’t no dancing, no dancing)

My tongue is the drum

My mind’s the machine

Now, it’s grim fantastic extremes

Fall victim to this think tank-M16

Sound, shot, fix, fit, Crease, grease, then clean

Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me with it

I’m sick with it, I stick with it

And in the end all these niggas gonna get with it

Now tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me with it

I’m sick with it, I stick with it

And in the end all these niggas gonna get with it

I’m sick with it, I stick with it

And in the end all these niggas gonna get with it

I’m sick with it, I stick with it

And in the end all these niggas gonna get with it