NAS - Made You Look lyrics
rate me[shotgun blast]<br>[old school break beat, thugs chant bravehearts! 7x]<br><br>[verse 1: nas]<br>Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective<br>For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'<br>Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice<br>But I ain't five-o, y'all know it's nas yo<br>Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro<br>Only describe us as soldier survivors<br>Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse<br>In a white tee lookin for wifie<br>Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely<br>Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze<br>We can drive thru the city no doubt, but don't say my car's topless<br>Say the titties is out, newness here's the anthem<br>Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'<br>Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with<br>Swing around like you stu-pid, king'a the town, yeah I been that<br>You know I click-clack where you and yor men's at<br>Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat<br>Rooftop like we bringing '88 back<br><br>[chorus: nas]<br>They shootin'! -- aw made you look<br>You a slave to a page in my rhyme book<br>Gettin' big/big money, playboy your time's up<br>Where them gangstas? where them dimes at? <br><br>They shootin'! -- aw made you look<br>You a slave to a page in my rhyme book<br>Gettin' big/big money, playboy your time's up<br>Where them gangstas at? where them dimes at? <br><br>[verse 2: nas]<br>This ain't rappin, this is street-hop<br>Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot<br>My live niggaz lit up the reefer<br>Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper<br>Don't start none, won't be none<br>No reason for your mans to panic<br>You don't wanna see no ambulances<br>Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup<br>That's the way you get timberland'd up<br>Let the music diffuse all the tension<br>Ball or convention, free admission<br>Hustlers, dealers and killers'ca move swift<br>Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept<br>All my just-comin' homies, parolees<br>Get money, leave the beef alone slowly<br>Get out my face, you people so phoney<br>Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty<br><br>[chorus]<br>[thugs chanting bravehearts! 4x over dj scratching gunshots]<br><br>[verse 3: nas]<br>I see niggaz runnin', yo my mood is real rude<br>I lay you out, show you what steel do<br>Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges<br>Every invitation to fight you punk hazas<br>Like pun said, you ain't even en mi clasa<br>Maybach benz, back seat, tv plasma<br>Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers<br>Whatever you choose, whatever you do<br>Make sure he a thug and intelligent too<br>Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love<br>Lemme feel how the head is<br>Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest<br>[record scratched off, nas rhymes acapella]<br>And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class<br>Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth<br>I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit'<br>My nines'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness
