That Looks Good

Lyrics

[Chorus: The Grouch] Well, that looks good But what's on the inside? What's on the other side? What's on the flip? Tell me what I get, is it all of what I see? If I give you all of me, then am I trippin'? Listen That looks good But what's on the inside? What's on the other side? What's on the flip? Tell me what I get, is it all of what I see? If I give you all of me, then am I trippin'? [Verse 1: Bicasso] It was a late night You just got dissed, just got faded Dismissed as your girl twists up another fib Tryin' to hem you up for some shit you never did Makin' this relationship stressed out, flippin' her wig Talkin' 'bout cheatin', when she be clubbin' every weekend With her friends who you know and know you Know what you do, sometimes smile and joke too But in your head, you stay true They crew is hella fine While her pager's blowin' up, there's no keepin' up with her mind When she doin' her thing, she's out doin' her thing, but it don't seem right Your girl looks tight, but something don't seem right What's on the inside? [Chorus: The Grouch] That looks good But what's on the inside? What's on the other side? What's on the flip? Tell me what I get, is it all of what I see? If I give you all of me, then am I trippin'? Listen [Verse 2: Asop] I got shook, I took a second glance Grabbed her from the dance floor, enhance the game We danced for a while, then I told her my name She got her soul hooked, it only took a minute or so Then, back to the room, let's get blowed She was way out of control She was hella bold, yes I'm bold too So you know what we had to do Kick off the shoes, let's relax Kick back, let's smoke this sack Without force she reached in her backpack And pulled a torch, now we high I'm feelin' up her thighs Looked inside her eyes, never tried to realize – she's faded! Barely made it out the bar Really wasn't hard to get this groupie out her car "Don't worry, honey, my house ain't far" – is what I told her Bumped the new CD to make the pee pee smolder Her momma told her, don't mess with MCs when you got older Yes, her mama was wise She was lookin' on the out, and not the inside Ya got to analyze what's right in front of your eyes [Chorus: The Grouch] That looks good But what's on the inside? What's on the other side? What's on the flip? Tell me what I get, is it all of what I see? If I give you all of me, then am I trippin'? Listen [Verse 3: Luckyiam.PSC] Got tricked, by the smoke and screen, I mean Hollywood ain't really all that it seems With my team at the El Rey Y'all know how we play – a show with the Fellowship We ripped and skipped To the Hyatt, minus the dips We on a road trip, over all the bullshit, glamour and the glitz I wish we never had to go through what happened next But history repeats itself, and I've been used to getting dissed If wishes ever come true, this is one I'd entertain Mr. BDP requested meeting of the gang, Double L Over to the office, we proceeded Hyped and curious about what he needed Greeted with pounds and hugs, major love Next came the pitch how we supposed to sign up "Get under the wing," Rap City, MTV All them things that my mama and my sister want to see for me Next scene, performing at a club For the label that he runs, we supposed to sign up Put us up in the Holiday Inn on Highland We did the show, everybody drunk and smiling Leak out the info that we 'bout to sign it But little did we know that the Blastmaster's lying Another chapter in this book called the Legends Everything ain't never what it seems, and that's forever [Chorus: The Grouch] Well, that looks good But what's on the inside? What's on the other side? What's on the flip? Tell me what I get, is it all of what I see? If I give you all of me, then am I trippin'? Listen [Verse 4: Murs] It was light blue and looked like an aspirin "Why ain't you tried it yet?" – everybody askin' and askin' I start flashin', "That's for rich kids and ravers" But now it's gone major It seems like the new official Generation X hip-hop party favor It alters behavior, erases all your grief Got all my homies touchy-feely, straight grindin' their teeth I was in disbelief and a little ashamed When I found out all the names Of my homies on the "E" train, turned into "X" men I hope it's a decision you don't end up regrettin' Heard it fucks with your spine, not to mention your mind Serotonin on the brain; yeah, I was "Zonin'" with Eclipse But you'll never catch me zonin' on that type of plane Writing out this thang, 'cause I'm all for everybody doing their thang But y'all done stepped to a level where I just can't hang I don't even smoke weed So why would I try something mixed with speed? Need me to spell it out? Heuh I'm talking ecstasy The drug everybody's trying ("Everybody else is doing it!") Except for me Catch me chillin' on the side, staying drug free with pride [Chorus: The Grouch] That looks good, but what's on the inside? What's on the other side? What's on the flip? Tell me what I get, is it all of what I see? If I give you all of me, then am I trippin'? Listen