I Don't Like The Look Of It

(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's

Haters wanna throw them 'bows and (I don't like the look of it)

We do it big in every state

Pick diamonds in heavy weight

They say they are but really ain't and (I don't like the look of it)

When they see us in the club

Poppin' bottles throwin' dubs

Haters tend to cuff they gurls and (I don't like the look of it)

We do it in major ways

Flip flop paint and major haze

Pop 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 rinks

Paint drippin like kitchen sinks, caught real in chinchilla minks

My ceiling Barnum and Bailey flippin like acrobatics

Women ecstatic, just push the button it's automatic

When I lay me down to sleep

(Huh) Next to a superfreak

Rollin' around in linen sheets, (Send her on her merry way)

I'm so explicit, so egocentric blowin on BUDDHA

They money is short, shrinkin' sort of like Oompa Loompas

I like my crucifix, same as nigga on the rocks

You thinkin' of shoplifting?, dots lookin' like chicken pox

You can find me in the coop

My product's on every stoop

But if you hustlin' on my block (I don't like the look of it)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2-Caz Clay]

Chevy bubble, every color

Tops fall back like knuckles

Chevrolet since they huggin

Chinchillas on floors and buckets

It's where we do it thuggin'

These haters they hate to love me

Comin' up like bakin' muffins

Your label ain't makin nothin

My cake mix is statements

Shorty check my ingredients

Hey the formula ain't basic, you can tell I'm a genius

But they don't like the look of it

Monte Carlo with the kit

Women follow 24's, so I'm choppin' on 26

Keep your nose up out of it cuz it can get real

Talkin' the twelve by what you've seen and I'll have you reading in braille

Reason they ill, probably got somethin' to do with the paint

I got it straight from Willy Wonka, and haters mad cuz they can't

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Shorty gettin' paper homie

That be why they hatin' on me

Daily cost are frozin' phonies, (Muggin' when you see a G)

What you know about my city?

On the block with dubs and fifties

Got that clientele increasin', (Shorty I got what you need)

Pullin' up on 20 somethin's

Trouble with the woofers bumpin

Chokin on a purple onion, (Willy Wonka Chevrolet)

Freezin from expensive pieces

Heavy starch and denim creases

Rock 3 on my white Adidas, (Diamonds in my Cartier)

I spit that wizzardry

Magic is so exquisitly

Vividly I'm a misery

Suckas wanna diminish me

Damnit you pimpin all in me

Propers keep your apology

Swagger ghetto like Willy D.

Haters don't like the look of me

[Chorus]