Song | Lookin' At Us |
Artist | Black Rob |
Artist | Cee Lo Green |
Album | Life Story |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Angelettie, Axelrod, Burton ... | |
Yo, yo | |
Nobody knew where he came from, or got his name from | |
All we know is he killed keith with the same gun | |
He used on terrell, tone from outta jail | |
Now he we livin and makin a lotta mil | |
Watch that cat, send thugs to stop that cat | |
But niggas like him always got the gat | |
Gotta take 'em off, gotta play them all real soon | |
Call them hoes we hit in cancoon, get them a room | |
At the radison over madison | |
I'm imaginin somewhere down the line im'a have to use my gat again | |
I'm alright with stayin up all night | |
And puffin dark chocolate trees til the dark turns light | |
That nigga seen us, you actin like there's no beef between us | |
Act like, he ain't got cream swayin the dope fiends around the co'na | |
You ?****ed my man? he got me on'na | |
Whole 'notha level, money grippa's a gonna' | |
Chorus [black rob & cee-lo] | |
Aiyyo, i seen how them niggas be lookin' at us | |
Actin like they wanna do som'thin to us | |
Cee-lo, black rob just can't be touched | |
I'll negotiate the matter in gats he trust | |
In the club one night, war spittin at us | |
In the corner sippin drinks on some real hush hush | |
Yeah, i seen how them niggas be lookin' at us | |
Aiyyo, i seen how them niggas be lookin' at us | |
[black rob] | |
Made them hoes approach duke on some "how ya doin shit" | |
Small talk made 'em walk out, thinkin with his *silence* (sho' man) | |
Just like i thought, he about to get caught | |
They goin all out in the backseat suckin 'em off | |
Cee-lo, stay close dogg, we ain't tryin to lose 'em (alright) | |
Only thing on my dome is what i'm gon' do to 'em | |
He killed keith, i knew that playa since he was small | |
When he used to ball, and mess with polly down the hall | |
Now he ghost, and this crab niggas to blame | |
Gotta ?**** him? with his name, im'a put in his brain | |
But slow down, he's pullin over, park right behind that nova | |
If duke wake up, put 36 in his rover, cut the motor | |
He tryin to draw attention to us | |
This ain't the time baby boy, this is about to blow up | |
Syncronize ya rol' up, we got one minute to rock it | |
Murder's a hard job, but somebodies gotta stop it | |
Chours | |
[cee-lo] | |
Just off the plane on a new york vacation 'ang | |
Come on, lets get gone, nigga its on a gang | |
Swervin in the rain, and workin the woodgrain | |
We did about two ?????next lane? | |
Now feel the pain | |
And if its affectin you it involves me in it | |
And its all great 'cause i get on a niggas ass in a minute | |
We've established innocence, this benz ain't rigged | |
Its easy, accelerate and make those twenties rotate | |
Even the corner cowboy ??? hennesy straight | |
Satisfaction, in the midst of all the interaction | |
I sense tension, here | |
And some nigga over there's givin us his undivided attention | |
Aiyyo rob yo, is that this nigga (who?) | |
Is that this nigga that been 'round here ****in with'choo? | |
Want you want me to do? | |
Who you want me to run over, and run through? | |
With my gun drew, and unleash my wrath upon you | |
We can battle, but nigga, but pay for the bad news is true | |
This nigga done did somethin that he can't undo | |
And anybody who came here with him deserves one too | |
Is it true ****in up my good clothes on you, scandalous hoes | |
I suppose these bullet holes make ya widow keep the casket closed | |
How you kids gonna get gay back to you, thats how it goes | |
Cee-lo, black rob, goodie mob, bad boy, down south | |
Up top it gon' stop | |
Chorus x2 |
zuo ci : Angelettie, Axelrod, Burton ... | |
Yo, yo | |
Nobody knew where he came from, or got his name from | |
All we know is he killed keith with the same gun | |
He used on terrell, tone from outta jail | |
Now he we livin and makin a lotta mil | |
Watch that cat, send thugs to stop that cat | |
But niggas like him always got the gat | |
Gotta take ' em off, gotta play them all real soon | |
Call them hoes we hit in cancoon, get them a room | |
At the radison over madison | |
I' m imaginin somewhere down the line im' a have to use my gat again | |
I' m alright with stayin up all night | |
And puffin dark chocolate trees til the dark turns light | |
That nigga seen us, you actin like there' s no beef between us | |
Act like, he ain' t got cream swayin the dope fiends around the co' na | |
You ? ed my man? he got me on' na | |
Whole ' notha level, money grippa' s a gonna' | |
Chorus black rob ceelo | |
Aiyyo, i seen how them niggas be lookin' at us | |
Actin like they wanna do som' thin to us | |
Ceelo, black rob just can' t be touched | |
I' ll negotiate the matter in gats he trust | |
In the club one night, war spittin at us | |
In the corner sippin drinks on some real hush hush | |
Yeah, i seen how them niggas be lookin' at us | |
Aiyyo, i seen how them niggas be lookin' at us | |
black rob | |
Made them hoes approach duke on some " how ya doin shit" | |
Small talk made ' em walk out, thinkin with his silence sho' man | |
Just like i thought, he about to get caught | |
They goin all out in the backseat suckin ' em off | |
Ceelo, stay close dogg, we ain' t tryin to lose ' em alright | |
Only thing on my dome is what i' m gon' do to ' em | |
He killed keith, i knew that playa since he was small | |
When he used to ball, and mess with polly down the hall | |
Now he ghost, and this crab niggas to blame | |
Gotta ? him? with his name, im' a put in his brain | |
But slow down, he' s pullin over, park right behind that nova | |
If duke wake up, put 36 in his rover, cut the motor | |
He tryin to draw attention to us | |
This ain' t the time baby boy, this is about to blow up | |
Syncronize ya rol' up, we got one minute to rock it | |
Murder' s a hard job, but somebodies gotta stop it | |
Chours | |
ceelo | |
Just off the plane on a new york vacation ' ang | |
Come on, lets get gone, nigga its on a gang | |
Swervin in the rain, and workin the woodgrain | |
We did about two ????? next lane? | |
Now feel the pain | |
And if its affectin you it involves me in it | |
And its all great ' cause i get on a niggas ass in a minute | |
We' ve established innocence, this benz ain' t rigged | |
Its easy, accelerate and make those twenties rotate | |
Even the corner cowboy ??? hennesy straight | |
Satisfaction, in the midst of all the interaction | |
I sense tension, here | |
And some nigga over there' s givin us his undivided attention | |
Aiyyo rob yo, is that this nigga who? | |
Is that this nigga that been ' round here in with' choo? | |
Want you want me to do? | |
Who you want me to run over, and run through? | |
With my gun drew, and unleash my wrath upon you | |
We can battle, but nigga, but pay for the bad news is true | |
This nigga done did somethin that he can' t undo | |
And anybody who came here with him deserves one too | |
Is it true in up my good clothes on you, scandalous hoes | |
I suppose these bullet holes make ya widow keep the casket closed | |
How you kids gonna get gay back to you, thats how it goes | |
Ceelo, black rob, goodie mob, bad boy, down south | |
Up top it gon' stop | |
Chorus x2 |
zuò cí : Angelettie, Axelrod, Burton ... | |
Yo, yo | |
Nobody knew where he came from, or got his name from | |
All we know is he killed keith with the same gun | |
He used on terrell, tone from outta jail | |
Now he we livin and makin a lotta mil | |
Watch that cat, send thugs to stop that cat | |
But niggas like him always got the gat | |
Gotta take ' em off, gotta play them all real soon | |
Call them hoes we hit in cancoon, get them a room | |
At the radison over madison | |
I' m imaginin somewhere down the line im' a have to use my gat again | |
I' m alright with stayin up all night | |
And puffin dark chocolate trees til the dark turns light | |
That nigga seen us, you actin like there' s no beef between us | |
Act like, he ain' t got cream swayin the dope fiends around the co' na | |
You ? ed my man? he got me on' na | |
Whole ' notha level, money grippa' s a gonna' | |
Chorus black rob ceelo | |
Aiyyo, i seen how them niggas be lookin' at us | |
Actin like they wanna do som' thin to us | |
Ceelo, black rob just can' t be touched | |
I' ll negotiate the matter in gats he trust | |
In the club one night, war spittin at us | |
In the corner sippin drinks on some real hush hush | |
Yeah, i seen how them niggas be lookin' at us | |
Aiyyo, i seen how them niggas be lookin' at us | |
black rob | |
Made them hoes approach duke on some " how ya doin shit" | |
Small talk made ' em walk out, thinkin with his silence sho' man | |
Just like i thought, he about to get caught | |
They goin all out in the backseat suckin ' em off | |
Ceelo, stay close dogg, we ain' t tryin to lose ' em alright | |
Only thing on my dome is what i' m gon' do to ' em | |
He killed keith, i knew that playa since he was small | |
When he used to ball, and mess with polly down the hall | |
Now he ghost, and this crab niggas to blame | |
Gotta ? him? with his name, im' a put in his brain | |
But slow down, he' s pullin over, park right behind that nova | |
If duke wake up, put 36 in his rover, cut the motor | |
He tryin to draw attention to us | |
This ain' t the time baby boy, this is about to blow up | |
Syncronize ya rol' up, we got one minute to rock it | |
Murder' s a hard job, but somebodies gotta stop it | |
Chours | |
ceelo | |
Just off the plane on a new york vacation ' ang | |
Come on, lets get gone, nigga its on a gang | |
Swervin in the rain, and workin the woodgrain | |
We did about two ????? next lane? | |
Now feel the pain | |
And if its affectin you it involves me in it | |
And its all great ' cause i get on a niggas ass in a minute | |
We' ve established innocence, this benz ain' t rigged | |
Its easy, accelerate and make those twenties rotate | |
Even the corner cowboy ??? hennesy straight | |
Satisfaction, in the midst of all the interaction | |
I sense tension, here | |
And some nigga over there' s givin us his undivided attention | |
Aiyyo rob yo, is that this nigga who? | |
Is that this nigga that been ' round here in with' choo? | |
Want you want me to do? | |
Who you want me to run over, and run through? | |
With my gun drew, and unleash my wrath upon you | |
We can battle, but nigga, but pay for the bad news is true | |
This nigga done did somethin that he can' t undo | |
And anybody who came here with him deserves one too | |
Is it true in up my good clothes on you, scandalous hoes | |
I suppose these bullet holes make ya widow keep the casket closed | |
How you kids gonna get gay back to you, thats how it goes | |
Ceelo, black rob, goodie mob, bad boy, down south | |
Up top it gon' stop | |
Chorus x2 |