Lookin At You lyrics
[ Chorus ]
Walkin' down the street, and ma allstarz
In ma khaki suit, doin wat i do
Walkin' down the street, smokin chronic
In ma black lotus, lookin' at you
[ verse 1 ]
Guess who's back on the west coast tracks
' The mother fucking messiah ofgangsta raps
Still dippin the 6-4, still puffin on the same chronic
Haters mad cuz i still got it
I never fall off even without the doc'
You niggas sellin your soul tryin to stay on top
Bitch nigga checkin kotex
You niggas aint movin shit like the hand on a fake ass rollex
I'm 5 million sold the cover of my last album
The only ti'me you see me sittin on gold
I'm the most anticipated, the most celebrated
The most loved and the mother fuckin most hated,
Keep rollin like gold daytons
Niggas got the game fucked up like henessey with a coke chaser
You gotta deal with me i'm the west coast savior
Niggas think of me everyti'me they 6-4 scrape
Wat do you call a nigga whose older
Parady, belligerance, foul defined
And very disrespectful, you call that nigga a doctor's advocate,
He's a reflection of dr.dre in his hey day in the worst way,
The 5 star surgeon general took jayson
To the aftermath research department
And gave 'em a blood test, that came back g-a-m-e positive
The niggas infected with the game virus
His oraltorical skills are so impeckable, that niggas in the street call him sirus
The young damu is down with violence cause in his heart hes a tyrant
Its not a game, its just called the game
There will be no referee, no half time report
When the game is over, the game is over
You cant put a quarter in the machine and get 3 more men
Thats the end
[ chorus ]
Walkin' down the street, and my allstarz,
In my khaki suit, doin wat i do
Walkin' down the street, smokin chronic,
In ma black lotus, lookin' at you
[ verse 2 ]
I'd of been to hell and back, left for dead, you know who to thank for that
Finished my second lp without a dr.dre track
You can take my soul but you can't take my plaques
I'm the mother fuckin' snair when you touch the beat
I'm the 808 drum that got you movin your feet
I'm the heir to the throne after the d-r-e
Product of my enviorment you old ass niggas get ready for your early retirement
Before I let hip-hop burn down I’ll run in the buildin like a fireman
Who can out spit me when i'm high off sticky
Throwin back patrone shots in some creased up dickies
I'm d.o.c certified, ice cube lenched me, snoop stamped me and the good doc hand picked me
You still wit me? Me and my mic can't be separated like interscope and ...
[ outro ]
Good shit, some good ass mother fuckin' weed
The california sticky green
This is the aftermath of the aftermath
West coast!
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