Wutuwankno Lyrics
| Song | Wutuwankno |
| Artist | Masta Ace |
| Album | A Long Hot Summer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anderson, Clear, Thomas | |
| (feat. Ed O.G) | |
| Yea, M A L O | |
| Take a look at my eyes | |
| Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see | |
| When you look at me, wutuwankno now | |
| [Masta Ace] | |
| I'ma speak to the fans now the ask the questions | |
| So there's no room for errors, no chance for guessing | |
| That's the reason why on this track I choose to rap | |
| It's to make sure that none of yall consufe the facts | |
| 'Cause no I never moved to Cali | |
| I just had a bitch in Compton and a few in the valley | |
| And "Born 2 Roll" never went gold or so I'm told | |
| I never did find out how much the shit sold | |
| And no I ain't saw at Marley | |
| Though I rarely ever see him and I call him harley | |
| And no I never lived in the bridge | |
| But Craig and Shante, did as kids | |
| Straight from the ville had to catch the train | |
| No I never picked a pocket or snatched a chain | |
| I was way too deep in the music | |
| God gave me a gift, I decided to keep it and use it | |
| And no I wasn't dissing Ghost | |
| Before you try to spread beef, you should listen close | |
| I gotta watch what I'm yelling fella | |
| 'Cause some fans dumb like Hellen Keller | |
| No, label ain't off the ground | |
| But we bound to get yall niggaz open off the sound | |
| No, we ain't got an office yet | |
| But we got big plans like an architect | |
| Take a look | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see | |
| When you look at me, wutuwankno now | |
| Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see | |
| When you look at me, wutuwankno now | |
| Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see | |
| When you look at me, wutuwankno now | |
| Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see | |
| When you look at me, please I got to go now | |
| [Edo. G] | |
| I see the look of concern and fake, it's your turn to wait | |
| I play the judge, and the jury and the journallete | |
| See, that tend to happen when you learn hate | |
| Edo left out good, but returned great | |
| And now I'm about to face the city | |
| Plus I got a case with Diddy | |
| For jacking my classic | |
| I got to have it beat that's so greedy, I'm so witty | |
| And yall niggaz is so pretty | |
| Outside of Boston, people ask me about Benzino | |
| Are we cool, do we got beef, or is we peoples | |
| We could debate on that, but I guess yall got to wait on that | |
| Now hate on that nigga, and stop stirring up beef | |
| You turning up grief, when you doubt your beliefs | |
| Stay out of grown folk business | |
| We young enterpreneurs that own our own business | |
| I answer questions like a witness | |
| And chop your crew down, with no forgiveness | |
| Take a look in his eyes | |
| He's an angel on the outside. but a crook in disguise | |
| Now take a look | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Masta Ace] | |
| Look here, I got to go, be fair, I got a show | |
| You here, you kind of slow, oh yeah, you got to know | |
| Well, I do got a lot to tell | |
| And a book 'bout my life got a shot to sell | |
| Yea, them raps 'bout them rise, I was one of the first | |
| But them fats niggaz high like a gun in a purse | |
| Yea I made you put them chromey things on your cars | |
| And yea, I used to hang with some porno stars | |
| Strip clubs on the weekly basis | |
| I used to, see these faces in some freaky places | |
| But all that's behind me, it's not the same | |
| When you reach a certain age, life is not a game | |
| I was in the fast lane, I was out for speed | |
| But now I got more than one mouth to feed | |
| Yea, it used to be all about a hump and the rub | |
| But I ain't tryin' to be that old nigga up in the club | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Anderson, Clear, Thomas | |
| feat. Ed O. G | |
| Yea, M A L O | |
| Take a look at my eyes | |
| Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see | |
| When you look at me, wutuwankno now | |
| Masta Ace | |
| I' ma speak to the fans now the ask the questions | |
| So there' s no room for errors, no chance for guessing | |
| That' s the reason why on this track I choose to rap | |
| It' s to make sure that none of yall consufe the facts | |
| ' Cause no I never moved to Cali | |
| I just had a bitch in Compton and a few in the valley | |
| And " Born 2 Roll" never went gold or so I' m told | |
| I never did find out how much the shit sold | |
| And no I ain' t saw at Marley | |
| Though I rarely ever see him and I call him harley | |
| And no I never lived in the bridge | |
| But Craig and Shante, did as kids | |
| Straight from the ville had to catch the train | |
| No I never picked a pocket or snatched a chain | |
| I was way too deep in the music | |
| God gave me a gift, I decided to keep it and use it | |
| And no I wasn' t dissing Ghost | |
| Before you try to spread beef, you should listen close | |
| I gotta watch what I' m yelling fella | |
| ' Cause some fans dumb like Hellen Keller | |
| No, label ain' t off the ground | |
| But we bound to get yall niggaz open off the sound | |
| No, we ain' t got an office yet | |
| But we got big plans like an architect | |
| Take a look | |
| Chorus | |
| Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see | |
| When you look at me, wutuwankno now | |
| Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see | |
| When you look at me, wutuwankno now | |
| Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see | |
| When you look at me, wutuwankno now | |
| Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see | |
| When you look at me, please I got to go now | |
| Edo. G | |
| I see the look of concern and fake, it' s your turn to wait | |
| I play the judge, and the jury and the journallete | |
| See, that tend to happen when you learn hate | |
| Edo left out good, but returned great | |
| And now I' m about to face the city | |
| Plus I got a case with Diddy | |
| For jacking my classic | |
| I got to have it beat that' s so greedy, I' m so witty | |
| And yall niggaz is so pretty | |
| Outside of Boston, people ask me about Benzino | |
| Are we cool, do we got beef, or is we peoples | |
| We could debate on that, but I guess yall got to wait on that | |
| Now hate on that nigga, and stop stirring up beef | |
| You turning up grief, when you doubt your beliefs | |
| Stay out of grown folk business | |
| We young enterpreneurs that own our own business | |
| I answer questions like a witness | |
| And chop your crew down, with no forgiveness | |
| Take a look in his eyes | |
| He' s an angel on the outside. but a crook in disguise | |
| Now take a look | |
| Chorus | |
| Masta Ace | |
| Look here, I got to go, be fair, I got a show | |
| You here, you kind of slow, oh yeah, you got to know | |
| Well, I do got a lot to tell | |
| And a book ' bout my life got a shot to sell | |
| Yea, them raps ' bout them rise, I was one of the first | |
| But them fats niggaz high like a gun in a purse | |
| Yea I made you put them chromey things on your cars | |
| And yea, I used to hang with some porno stars | |
| Strip clubs on the weekly basis | |
| I used to, see these faces in some freaky places | |
| But all that' s behind me, it' s not the same | |
| When you reach a certain age, life is not a game | |
| I was in the fast lane, I was out for speed | |
| But now I got more than one mouth to feed | |
| Yea, it used to be all about a hump and the rub | |
| But I ain' t tryin' to be that old nigga up in the club | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Anderson, Clear, Thomas | |
| feat. Ed O. G | |
| Yea, M A L O | |
| Take a look at my eyes | |
| Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see | |
| When you look at me, wutuwankno now | |
| Masta Ace | |
| I' ma speak to the fans now the ask the questions | |
| So there' s no room for errors, no chance for guessing | |
| That' s the reason why on this track I choose to rap | |
| It' s to make sure that none of yall consufe the facts | |
| ' Cause no I never moved to Cali | |
| I just had a bitch in Compton and a few in the valley | |
| And " Born 2 Roll" never went gold or so I' m told | |
| I never did find out how much the shit sold | |
| And no I ain' t saw at Marley | |
| Though I rarely ever see him and I call him harley | |
| And no I never lived in the bridge | |
| But Craig and Shante, did as kids | |
| Straight from the ville had to catch the train | |
| No I never picked a pocket or snatched a chain | |
| I was way too deep in the music | |
| God gave me a gift, I decided to keep it and use it | |
| And no I wasn' t dissing Ghost | |
| Before you try to spread beef, you should listen close | |
| I gotta watch what I' m yelling fella | |
| ' Cause some fans dumb like Hellen Keller | |
| No, label ain' t off the ground | |
| But we bound to get yall niggaz open off the sound | |
| No, we ain' t got an office yet | |
| But we got big plans like an architect | |
| Take a look | |
| Chorus | |
| Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see | |
| When you look at me, wutuwankno now | |
| Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see | |
| When you look at me, wutuwankno now | |
| Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see | |
| When you look at me, wutuwankno now | |
| Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see | |
| When you look at me, please I got to go now | |
| Edo. G | |
| I see the look of concern and fake, it' s your turn to wait | |
| I play the judge, and the jury and the journallete | |
| See, that tend to happen when you learn hate | |
| Edo left out good, but returned great | |
| And now I' m about to face the city | |
| Plus I got a case with Diddy | |
| For jacking my classic | |
| I got to have it beat that' s so greedy, I' m so witty | |
| And yall niggaz is so pretty | |
| Outside of Boston, people ask me about Benzino | |
| Are we cool, do we got beef, or is we peoples | |
| We could debate on that, but I guess yall got to wait on that | |
| Now hate on that nigga, and stop stirring up beef | |
| You turning up grief, when you doubt your beliefs | |
| Stay out of grown folk business | |
| We young enterpreneurs that own our own business | |
| I answer questions like a witness | |
| And chop your crew down, with no forgiveness | |
| Take a look in his eyes | |
| He' s an angel on the outside. but a crook in disguise | |
| Now take a look | |
| Chorus | |
| Masta Ace | |
| Look here, I got to go, be fair, I got a show | |
| You here, you kind of slow, oh yeah, you got to know | |
| Well, I do got a lot to tell | |
| And a book ' bout my life got a shot to sell | |
| Yea, them raps ' bout them rise, I was one of the first | |
| But them fats niggaz high like a gun in a purse | |
| Yea I made you put them chromey things on your cars | |
| And yea, I used to hang with some porno stars | |
| Strip clubs on the weekly basis | |
| I used to, see these faces in some freaky places | |
| But all that' s behind me, it' s not the same | |
| When you reach a certain age, life is not a game | |
| I was in the fast lane, I was out for speed | |
| But now I got more than one mouth to feed | |
| Yea, it used to be all about a hump and the rub | |
| But I ain' t tryin' to be that old nigga up in the club | |
| Chorus |
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