I Don’t Like The Look Of It – Da Backwudz – letras

(feat. Caz Clay)What do you think will come of that?I don’t know (I don’t like the look of it)[Chorus](I don’t like the look of it)When we pull up to the do’Gator shoes on 24’sHaters wanna throw them ‘bows and (I don’t like the look of it)We do it big in every statePick diamonds in heavy weightThey say they are but really ain’t and (I don’t like the look of it)When they see us in the clubPoppin’ bottles throwin’ dubsHaters tend to cuff they gurls and (I don’t like the look of it)We do it in major waysFlip flop paint and major hazePop my trunk and get them thangs if (I don’t like the look of it)[Verse 1](Wood Work) (Wood Work)I’m whippin’ 26’s in circles like roller rinksPaint drippin like kitchen sinks, caught real in chinchilla minksMy ceiling Barnum and Bailey flippin like acrobaticsWomen ecstatic, just push the button it’s automaticWhen I lay me down to sleep(Huh) Next to a superfreakRollin’ around in linen sheets, (Send her on her merry way)I’m so explicit, so egocentric blowin on BUDDHAThey money is short, shrinkin’ sort of like Oompa LoompasI like my crucifix, same as nigga on the rocksYou thinkin’ of shoplifting?, dots lookin’ like chicken poxYou can find me in the coopMy product’s on every stoopBut if you hustlin’ on my block (I don’t like the look of it)[Chorus][Verse 2-Caz Clay]Chevy bubble, every colorTops fall back like knucklesChevrolet since they hugginChinchillas on floors and bucketsIt’s where we do it thuggin’These haters they hate to love meComin’ up like bakin’ muffinsYour label ain’t makin nothinMy cake mix is statementsShorty check my ingredientsHey the formula ain’t basic, you can tell I’m a geniusBut they don’t like the look of itMonte Carlo with the kitWomen follow 24’s, so I’m choppin’ on 26Keep your nose up out of it cuz it can get realTalkin’ the twelve by what you’ve seen and I’ll have you reading in brailleReason they ill, probably got somethin’ to do with the paintI got it straight from Willy Wonka, and haters mad cuz they can’t[Chorus][Verse 3]Shorty gettin’ paper homieThat be why they hatin’ on meDaily cost are frozin’ phonies, (Muggin’ when you see a G)What you know about my city?On the block with dubs and fiftiesGot that clientele increasin’, (Shorty I got what you need)Pullin’ up on 20 somethin’sTrouble with the woofers bumpinChokin on a purple onion, (Willy Wonka Chevrolet)Freezin from expensive piecesHeavy starch and denim creasesRock 3 on my white Adidas, (Diamonds in my Cartier)I spit that wizzardryMagic is so exquisitlyVividly I’m a miserySuckas wanna diminish meDamnit you pimpin all in mePropers keep your apologySwagger ghetto like Willy D.Haters don’t like the look of me[Chorus]