Looking Good

(*talking*)

Dum-dum, da-da-da-da-dum, dum-dum

Dum-dum dum-dum, da-da-da-da-dum, dum-dum

On the latest roll with my boy Z-Ro here

Z-Ro you ready ha, Rock yeah you dropping that hot shit

You really dropping that hot shit ha, Z-Ro let me

Hear what you gonna sing for this one, come on

[Z-Ro]

Three liter big red, got diluted nines fed

Able to make a bitch, wanna suck my naked head

I get fly when I wanna, graduated from corners

I know it tingle, cause your pussy marinated my sauna

If you capping I ain't tripping, cause I really don't need you

Prolly say your pussy gon be beat up, and having a seizure

Overseas vacation, Prime Co. communication

And radio stations, got us in regular rotation

Cause the guns unloaded, lot of heads got exploded

Destined to be the throwdesf, if I'm properly promoted

Sewed it up like a sweater, financial back or go-getter

Then through your vest chest, with the talons in my baretta

Stay one step ahead of, my competition they better

Fly down from overseas sign down, and get to chumping for cheddar

26 letters than Ro, if you ain't know now you know

From Ridgemont 4 to Akapoko, I'm gripping grain in my flame

[Hook]

Sunday morning pulling out my bitch, I'm looking good

Nothing but diamonds around neck and around my wrist, I'm looking good

Doubles breasted tailor made, I'm 'Sacci'd down to the flo'

And it don't matter, if you step on my wing tipped shoe

Cause I'ma just go buy me some mo', (what it is what it is)

[Papa Reu]

Rolly on me wrist, Sansun me wrist band

20 inch rims, on me suspension

Foreign replay, and not forge my stun-a

Dressed everyday, in the latest fashion look

Boys the enemy, best respect the man

Listen to me, know it's rule number one

No buster ain't right, we told the game plan

You do, you better and change the wrist band

The way me flow, my retaliation

So listen to me boy understand, understand

It's a bezeled out wrist, and that I wear everyday

On the right hand-a, the Presidential Rolly

And it's crossed off, like a ton of ice on the tray

And the price start-a, my choice to lose security

If you don't believe me, ask your old lady

I know she saw it, from 'Poko miles away

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]

Pull up to my bump, as I let it recline

13's easy five screens, it ain't no fucking with mine

They think I'm fucking with nine, but I multiplied it by fo'

It took some time, but I decided to throw my bitch on the 4's

The bubble-eyed Mazaratti, on a mission to meet Scotty

With bullets for your body, cause I'm living like Gotti

Pistol grip and a beam, plus a murdering team

Cash rule everything me, that there ain't nothing but green

Jumping in and out of line, moving slow as I wanna

Smoking reefer bending corners, on 20 inch Yokohama

Cause these niggaz be hating me, when I be crawling down

So I'm like Paul Bugsy with a infrared, cause these niggaz be falling down

Steady yelling out timber, from the first dance January down to the last dance

December better remember, put a big shell casing up in you

Make you weak like SWV, when I shine and grind like E.S.G

But I gotta get love like the Big Steve, throwed in the game like that P-A-T

[Hook]

(*talking*)

Alright, ha-ha

You know so we keeping it real, yeah

Southside, Southside ha

How you mean, Papa Reu, my boy Z-Ro

You know Rock with another hit

Ha-ha, you know he here with another hit

Ha-ha yeah, yeah-yeah