Made You Look歌词
歌手：Nas 专辑：Greatest Hits
作词 : Gibbs, Lordan, Nas
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 stupid king'a the town yeah I been that
You know I click clack where you and your men's at
Do the Smurf do the Wop Baseball Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back
They shootin' made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas Where them dimes at
They shootin' made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas at Where them dimes at
This ain't rappin' this is street hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
My live ****** lit up the reefer
Trunk'a the car we got the street sweeper
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 up
Let the music diffuse all the tension
Ball or convention free admission
Hustlers dealers and killers co'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 Fagle Fo Forty
They shootin' made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas Where them dimes at
They shootin' made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas at Where them dimes at
Bravehearts Bravehearts Bravehearts Bravehearts
I see ****** 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 thorough bred is show me love
Lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the ***iest is always the nastiest
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 ****** loose consciousness
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 stupid king'a the town yeah I been that
You know I click clack where you and your men's at
Do the Smurf do the Wop Baseball Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back
They shootin' made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas Where them dimes at
They shootin' made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas at Where them dimes at
This ain't rappin' this is street hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
My live ****** lit up the reefer
Trunk'a the car we got the street sweeper
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 up
Let the music diffuse all the tension
Ball or convention free admission
Hustlers dealers and killers co'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 Fagle Fo Forty
They shootin' made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas Where them dimes at
They shootin' made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas at Where them dimes at
Bravehearts Bravehearts Bravehearts Bravehearts
I see ****** 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 thorough bred is show me love
Lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the ***iest is always the nastiest
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 ****** loose consciousness
