Boyz N Da Hood - Look lyrics

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Look, Look, Look, Look [x2]

[Duke:]

You can catch me in the middle of Atlanta nigga (Look)

In the cracks and the crevises of the ghetto nigga (look)

Gone rep you is gonna catch you on a stretcher nigga (look)

Gotta 9 like a 45 special nigga (look)

Still chillin with my hoe heard a bitch holla (look)

It's a nigga with a chrome double barrell so I (look)

Coming at me wanna kill me I can tell how the way he (look)

But I already had my thing cocked before I (look)

See I had the same face of the nigga and i (look)

like a nigga keep your throat to a fine hoe thing thats a reefa

One slip then my 9 went bang Got rough on anybody who wanna test my game

Can't you see we some killas gorillas gonna bang

Got some niggas still livin how i rocks they fade

Got a whole click of killas ridin chevys on blaze

And a trap to the moon, one heat one game

[Chorus (x2) (Jody Breeze):]

Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in (look)

Black tees, black hats, with the black tims (look)

We aint talkin to you niggas shit we aint gotta (look)

But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna (look)

[Jody Breeze:]

Well what up for yah, it's your boy Breeze again

Breezin in with one of yall Breeze again

And i know Jesus seein me sin so why not blow dro, why not sip seez and gin

Reason bein since birth man things have seemed

A little different, I'm still pimpin deep with in

But now that I'm grown it's on so i'm a go on and spit it

And if I wanted your hoe I could have her gone in minutes

I pull up in the chevy lookin real slick and vicious

With a bottle of hennisey and a blunt of that sticky

Hops out with the forces the same color of the fitted

Instead of callin me daddy these hoes callin me diddy

I got a bundle of bitches with a lot of ass and titties

Nigga young and old, freak nasty with it

Gold teeth gonna shine, sho nuff

And you can turn your head but your broad gonna look

[Chorus (x2)]

[Big Gee:]

Hoppin out of candy coated chevy bitch (look)

Whole team ballin harder than a roucus trick (look)

Sucka tryin to get live, got his gut split (look)

Got some type of piece tucked in my briefs slick (look)

Thats why we rollin deep with a barreta taker (look)

A dime piece with me all you better do is (look)

Get your head open wide like a pocket book (look)

You know you shook you aint gotta hide your face bitch (look)

Yeah its mister click clacker yeah i jack the jackers

Cover more than greyhound every hustlin backwards

Stay in the pocket gettin sticked but im breakin them tackles

Disrespect shift you brain left to right like a tackle

I've been gettin it for years and real niggas know that

Back when Dominique, Brooklyn jersey rockin the throw back

Take it from me, I'm a hunt your ass down like a lojack

Catch your ass while you sleep, blow your ass like a dro sack

[Chorus (x2)]

[Young Jeezy:]

Step up in the club with just a swing in my chain

It's deez boyz snow man is the name

Posted up poppin cris like you do them beers

Got bread stacks I aint seen in a couple of years

When i ball I see a gansta they dont look they stare

Symbols in my ears 6 figures a pair

And I'm straight from the hood that's where i come from

Still spend a hundred grand a year on white air ones

[Chorus (x2)]

Look, Look, Look, Look [x2]