Look Out
(专辑: Breath Of Fresh Air - 2012)
[Intro: Twon Gabz] Def Squad! Yo! [Verse 1: Twon Gabz] I
see plots under disguises, lies under toned in the
tone Of another grown man like damn what the
fuck he on?! Child's Play and like Chucky's clone Good fortune moved out his house, so his luck is gone Frontin like nothin's wrong, that's who I'm lookin out for Niggas grillin me like they livin and cookin outdoors So I'm keepin my mouth closed and my eyes wide Come at me get that beef pattie like five guys Y'all cakes is soft flakes Raisin Brand My phrase is make a
man take a
stand Doc Frankenstand It's the
weirdest science, it's clear defiance Eat up the
cats like lions, they fear alliance Niggas look at the
stars, wishin they had cars But ain't no genies in the
bottle only cush in jars They look at ours, and compare with there's Ballin out over here don't meanin missin hairs There grimey catch me if you find me I
walk with a
rear view mirror to see behind me That's not paranoia that's bein alert It separates from bein alive to bein in dirt [Chorus: Twon Gabz (Sample)] Huh! You got that bread watch your back ("LOOK OUT!") Niggas, wish they had what you got ("LOOK OUT!") Wait! Hold up what's that?! ("LOOK OUT!") Homey you better ("LOOK OUT!") Don't let 'em catch you like ("AHHHHHHH!!!") Huh! You got that bread watch your back ("LOOK OUT!") Niggas, wish they had what you got ("LOOK OUT!") Wait! Hold up what's that?! ("LOOK OUT!") Homey you better ("LOOK OUT!") Don't let 'em catch you like ("AHHHHHHH!!!") [Verse 2: Erick Sermon] Huh! Everyday I
wake up Twon it's good news I
feel dynamite like I'm Tom or Cruise OOOH! I
do's it (HOW COME?) The
best could Mr. International you see me on Westwood London I'm there on a
first class ticket I'm a
star, 'cause that's how Beckett I
kick it The
band and yeah, I'm runnin rapid Access is granted so I'm takin advantage, damnit Yeah! I'm underrated (Uh!) I'm important like when life was created by God when he made it Yeah! You a
loser I
am the
future Even though, I'm the
past I'm the
future Still that producer, makin that Elroy Jetson (Uh Huh!) The
next shit, can't you hear this perfection Feel my aggression nigga I'm hungry, great depression nigga Twenty pounds gone I
changed my whole figure Jesus piece around your neck and you a
killer UMMM!!! Go figure Yeah! You keep sayin you a
gangsta?! Please! You a
saint, and doin you would be a
Drew Brees [Chorus: Twon Gabz (Sample)] Huh! You got that bread watch your back ("LOOK OUT!") Niggas, wish they had what you got ("LOOK OUT!") Wait! Hold up what's that?! ("LOOK OUT!") Homey you better ("LOOK OUT!") Don't let 'em catch you like ("AHHHHHHH!!!") Huh! You got that bread watch your back ("LOOK OUT!") Niggas, wish they had what you got ("LOOK OUT!") Wait! Hold up what's that?! ("LOOK OUT!") Homey you better ("LOOK OUT!") Don't let 'em catch you like ("AHHHHHHH!!!")