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Look Lyricsby Boyz N Da Hood Buy album CD: Boyz N Da Hood Look, Look, Look, Look [x2] [Duke:] You can catch me in the middle of Atlanta nigga (Look) In the cracks and the crevises of the ghetto nigga (look) Gone rep you is gonna catch you on a stretcher nigga (look) Gotta 9 like a 45 special nigga (look) Still chillin with my hoe heard a bitch holla (look) It's a nigga with a chrome double barrell so I (look) Coming at me wanna kill me I can tell how the way he (look) But I already had my thing cocked before I (look) See I had the same face of the nigga and i (look) Like a nigga 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 killas gorillas gonna bang Got some niggas still livin how i rocks they fade Got a whole click of killas ridin chevys on blaze And a trap to the moon, one heat one game [Chorus (x2) (Jody Breeze):] Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in (look) Black tees, black hats, with the black tims (look) We aint talkin to you niggas shit we aint gotta (look) But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna (look) [Jody Breeze:] Well what up for yah, it's your boy Breeze again Breezin in with one of yall 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 bitches with a lot of ass and titties Nigga 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)] [Big Gee:] Hoppin out of candy coated chevy bitch (look) Whole team ballin harder than a roucus trick (look) Sucka 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 aint gotta hide your face bitch (look) Yeah it's mister click clacker yeah i jack the jackers Cover more than greyhound every hustlin backwards Stay in the pocket gettin sticked but im breakin them tackles Disrespect shift you brain left to right like a tackle I've been gettin it for years and real niggas know that Back when Dominique, Brooklyn jersey rockin the throw back Take it from me, I'm a hunt your ass down like a lojack Catch your ass while you sleep, blow your ass like a dro sack [Chorus (x2)] [Young Jeezy:] 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 aint seen in a couple of years When i ball I see a gansta 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 [x2]
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