Made You Look

Made You Look(Complete version originally performed by Nas) - Various Artists (歐美群星)

Uh uh uh now let's get it all in perspective

For all y'all enjoyment

A song y'all can step wit'

Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice

But I ain't five-O y'all know it's Nas yo

Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro

Only describe us as soldier survivors

Stay laced in the best

Well dressed with finesse

In a white tee lookin for wifie

Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely

Put her in the coupe so

She can feel the nice breeze

We can drive thru the city no doubt

But don't say my car's topless

Say the titties is out

Newness here's the anthem

Put your hand up that you shoot with

Count your loot wit'

Push the pool stick in your new crib

Same hand that you hoop with

Swing around like you stu-pid

King'a the town yeah I been that

You know I click-clack

Where you and yor men's at

Do the Smurf do the Wop Baseball Bat

Rooftop like we bringing '88 back

They shootin' -- Aw made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Gettin' Big/"big" money

Playboy your time's up

Where them gangstas Where them dimes at

They shootin' -- Aw made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Gettin' Big/"big" money

Playboy your time's up

Where them gangstas at

Where them dimes at

This ain't rappin this is Street-Hop

Now get up off your a** like your seat's hot

My live niggaz lit up the **

Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper

Don't start none won't be none

No reason for your mans to panic

You don't wanna see no ambulances

Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup

That's the way you get Timberland'd up

Let the music diffuse all the tension

Ball or convention free admission

Hustlers dealers and killers'ca move swift

Girls get close you'ca feel where the tool's kept

All my just-comin' homies parolees

Get money leave the beef alone slowly

Get out my face you people so phoney

Pull out my waist the eagle fo-forty

They shootin' -- Aw made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Gettin' Big/"big" money playboy your time's up

Where them gangstas Where them dimes at

They shootin' -- Aw made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Gettin' Big/"big" money playboy your time's up

Where them gangstas at Where them dimes at

I see niggaz runnin' yo my mood is real rude

I lay you out show you what steel do

Mobsters don't box my pump shot obliges

Every invitation to fight you punk hazas

Like Pun said "You ain't even en mi clasa"

Maybach Benz back seat tv plasma

Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers

Whatever you choose whatever you do

Make sure he a thug and intelligent too

Like a real thoroughbred is show me love

Lemme feel how the head is

Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest

And I like a little sassiness a lotta class

Mommy reach in your bag pass the fifth

I'm a leader at last this a don you wit'

My nines'll spit niggaz loose consciousness