Got the suitcase up in the Sentra. That's why I dont mind doing these things for you. The girl, roll harder than). Step on stage the girls boo too much. How its gonna go down. For my son to have the same shit his pops just had. If you a jealous motherfucker, you just a weak motherfucker!
- Mase looking at me
- Mase lookin at me lyrics
- Song looking at me
Mase Looking At Me
Because I know you, know youuuu. To the tube sock, the same ol pimp. You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason. My brain is haunted, with mean dreams.
The B. G. Bring that ass to me. If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up. Put one in his head at the door. Fuck around, sniff a ounce of raw. Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big.
Mase Lookin At Me Lyrics
I'ma call my boys and bring all da guns. I'm a player, baby and don't you forget. Treat em like we meet em, and never give up freedom. With a booty that done fuck the Pop. I try to address it, but you never get the message.
Puff] To seeing you again. Like they screamin all these other, so-called hot niggaz. Niggaz didn't even get to peep. Look at all the bullshit I been thru. I start to get a funny feelins.
Song Looking At Me
I'm tryin to find a steady place between two cars. You're nobody, til somebody, kills you. He go back downstairs more time to think. I'm poppin Magnums while Jigga bag somethin. Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers. Cause feds watch when I do shit, keep poppin' up new shit. Mase - Tell Me What You Want Lyrics. Peep the scene, sorta like Sam Rosten. Cause of a fuckin chain on? Do you love me baby I'll be your friend. Plus it wont be long till they send me tha thong. Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh).
Hit the car door let the door slam it's a blessing that he had slow hands. To protect my position, my corner, my layer. And they don't be strapped. Matty broke the neck of your coke connect. The dred kid ejected in seconds. Yo, yo if you think I'm on some sweet shit. Mase looking at me. Sharper with game, him and his crooks, caught a? Handled keys, niggas called them the Bricklayers. We in the middle of the danceflo', gettin off. And tell me you won't ball every chance you get.
Repeat above four lines over another Chorus to fade). Fuck it, its flammable. You wasn't no hater, you'd probably be happy for me. I been kickin' up dust in my Polo boots. Verse Three: Jay-Z, Notorious B. G. Miracu-lous, pockets stay full.
My moms and pops mixed in with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey. You wanna know what that bitch said to me. It's a Hell Up in Harlem, fuckit, another day. And go give all 6 to that pop who sold me flower. I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips.