Various Artists - Nas - Made You Look Lyrics
[shotgun blast][old school break beat, thugs chant bravehearts! 7x][verse 1: nas]Uh, uh, uh, now lets get it all in perspectiveFor all yall enjoyment, a song yall can step witYall appointed me to bring rap justiceBut I aint five-o, yall know its nas yoGrey goose and a whole lotta hydroOnly describe us as soldier survivorsStay laced in the best, well dressed with finesseIn a white tee lookin for wifieThug girl who fly and talks so nicelyPut her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breezeWe can drive thru the city no doubt, but dont say my cars toplessSay the titties is out, newness heres the anthemPut your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot witPush the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop withSwing around like you stu-pid, kinga the town, yeah I been thatYou know I click-clack where you and yor mens atDo the smurf, do the wop, baseball batRooftop like we bringing 88 back[chorus: nas]They shootin! -- aw made you lookYou a slave to a page in my rhyme bookGettin big/big money, playboy your times upWhere them gangstas? where them dimes at?They shootin! -- aw made you lookYou a slave to a page in my rhyme bookGettin big/big money, playboy your times upWhere them gangstas at? where them dimes at?[verse 2: nas]This aint rappin, this is street-hopNow get up off your ass like your seats hotMy live niggaz lit up the reeferTrunka the car we got the streetsweeperDont start none, wont be noneNo reason for your mans to panicYou dont wanna see no ambulancesKnock a pimps drink down in his pimp cupThats the way you get timberlandd upLet the music diffuse all the tensionBall or convention, free admissionHustlers, dealers and killersca move swiftGirls get close, youca feel where the tools keptAll my just-comin homies, paroleesGet money, leave the beef alone slowlyGet out my face, you people so phoneyPull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty[chorus][thugs chanting bravehearts! 4x over dj scratching gunshots][verse 3: nas]I see niggaz runnin, yo my mood is real rudeI lay you out, show you what steel doMobsters dont box, my pump shot obligesEvery invitation to fight you punk hazasLike pun said, you aint even en mi clasaMaybach benz, back seat, tv plasmaLadies lookin for athletes or rappersWhatever you choose, whatever you doMake sure he a thug and intelligent tooLike a real thoroughbred is, show me loveLemme feel how the head isFemales whose the sexiest is always the nastiest[record scratched off, nas rhymes acapella]And I like a little sassiness, a lotta classMommy reach in your bag, pass the fifthIm a leader, at last this a don you witMy ninesll spit, niggaz loose consciousness
