Lookin’ For Somethin’

Lyrics

[Intro: Don P] Rah, I mean.. It's like.. I mean.. I'm close to be smoking *Coughing* Close to be drinking Ain't nothing do Yee [Chorus: Don P] Smoking big no sticks no ciggs Who am I to disagree? Popping Crys and V.I.P Everybody's lookin for somethin' [Verse 1: Don P] Don P checking in Stepping out? Nah, I'm stepping in Went to the border bought some mexicans They clean up my house every weekend Shit I'm just a regular pedestrian You still gotta stop when I'm crossing the street I still gotta holler when I see me a freak Shit, what so different about me? Nothing, same old P Live like saints, seven days a week Been the same way ever since Zone 3 Play, eat, shit, sleep Only difference now I got a bank account A couple more zeros in my bank amount Head to jamaica take a fly it out Bombaclatt I'm jamaican now Shrooooo, back to the A Gun just smoke in my escalade TrillTown Maffia is getting paid I'm blessed, what more can I say? So don't get confused with this rapping Whoop a niggas ass, ain't talking 'bout Madden I'm deep in the game and nigga you lame "Don P you ain't shit!" And what is your name? [Chorus: Don P] Smoking big no sticks no ciggs Who am I to disagree? Popping Crys and V.I.P Everybody's lookin for somethin' [Verse 2: Lil Atlanta] What? I don't give a damn what you think about me As long as you motherfucker think about me I'mma do what I do, better understand me [?] Pocket full of money so I feel like the shit Nigga we here, give a fuck who you with You ain't gonna stand or respect my click? You can't get mad if I fucked your bitch Nigga better know that I'm a pimp Gators on my feet, so I walking with a limp Love to get cheese, so I need a couple shrooms It's always cool, but I rather eat a blunk For them haters that be out here slum I'm gonna load up and let the heat go And I ain't lettin' up till your head get cold Think I'mma let you beat me? NO! Until you catch me in the trunk of a trunk About to throw a party, because the money don't stop Started with a nine, but I jamming my Glock Real G hang around here in my block So I kick it like a puerto rican And I hit it like a porto rihan And I'm living too good to let any motherfucker I done, mess up my shit HEY! [Chorus: Don P] Smoking big no sticks no ciggs Who am I to disagree? Popping Crys and V.I.P Everybody's lookin for somethin' [Verse 3: Dirty Mouth] You can catch me in your city, catch me on your block Catch me in the drive with the sun roof top In the night light on the scene clockin' dolla Fresh tailor made, man these hoes wanna holla I'm steppin' out the Coop as a playa pop his collar Dressed from head to toe, in the club poppin' bottles I'm sippin' on the Crys'ie 'cause a nigga feelin' good In the V.I.P. with my niggas from the hood Stacks on the deck so you know we gettin' money Why the long face? Why you lookin' at me funny? Is it 'cause I'm gettin' paid and you silly niggas broke? Or is it 'cause I'm made 'cause you other niggas jokes? [Chorus: Don P] Smoking big no sticks no ciggs Who am I to disagree? Popping Crys and V.I.P Everybody's lookin for somethin'