I Don’t Like the Look of It

Lyrics

What do you think will come of that? I don't know (I don't like the look of it) [Hook] (I don't like the look of it) When we pull up to the do' Gator shoes, on 24's Haters wanna throw them 'bows and (I don't like the look of it) We do it big in every state Big diamonds in heavy weight They say they hard but really ain't and (I don't like the look of it) When they see us in the club Poppin' bottles throwin' dubs Haters tend to cuff they gloves and (I don't like the look of it) We do weight in major ways Flif fy paint in major haze Pop my trunk and get them thangs if (I don't like the look of it) [Verse 1: Sho Nuff] I'm grippin 26's in circles like roller rinks Paint drippin like kitchen sinks, cut wheel in chinchilla minks My ceiling Barnum and Bailey flippin like acrobatics Women ecstatic, just push the button it's automatic When I lay me down to sleep Next to a superfreak Rollin' around in lenin sheets, (Send her on a merry way) I'm so explicit, so egocentric, blowin on Buddha Your money short shrinkin' sort of like oompa loompa's I like my crucifix, same as liquor on the rocks You thinkin' I'm shoplifting? Dots lookin' like chicken pox You can find me in the coop My product on every stoop But if you hustlin' on my block (I don't like the look of it) [Hook] [Verse 2: Caz Clay] Chevy bubble, every color Tops fall back like knuckles Chevrolet seats that hug ya Chinchillas on floors and buckets This what we do in public These haters they hate to love me Comin' up like bakin' muffins Your label ain't makin nothin My cake mix is statements Shorty check my ingredients Baby formula ain't basic, you can tell I'm a genius But they don't like the look of it Monte Carlo with the kit Women follow 24, so I'm choppin' on 26 Keep your nose up out of it cuz it can get real Talkin' to twelve bout what you seen will have you reading in braille Reason they ill, probably got somethin' to do with the paint I got it straight from Willy Wonka, and haters mad cuz they can't [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Marc] Shorty gettin' paper homie That be why they hatin' on me Daily cost are frozin' phonies, (Muggin' when you see a G) What you know about my city? On the block with Dubs and fifties Got the clientele increasin', (Shorty I got what you need) Pullin' up on 20 somethin's Treble with the woofers bumpin' Chokin' on the purple onion, (Willy Wonka Chevrolet) Freezin from expensive pieces Heavy starch and denim creases Rock 3 on my white Adidas, (Diamonds in my Cartier) I spit that wizardry Magically, so exquisitely Vividly I'm a misery Suckas wanna diminish me Damn it be pimpin all in me Boppers keep your apologies Swagger ghetto like Willie D Haters don't like the look of me [Hook]