Made You Look (feat. DQ)

I came straight from the bottle like I ate the worm Bitch I'm in the grotto with a eighth of herb And I'm boutta make it swerve I'm bout that action I can't fake a verb I'm about to make it worse Bodies moving round me down to shake the earth I'll bang it first but who needs to know This a new beat fasho You a noobie I know Tell the difference 'tween a rebel and me A try hard die hard while I'm leveling streets Like Godzilla The god killa who got skrilla Buried the pot dealer under the hospital I got riddles You lost in em ill throw you the hook What you ain't catch it Hah! made you look Ain't got time for your ass so I say I'm booked Did he really try to ask how a seance look Man You'll get buried by my thoughts You high dawg Still need your parents to sign off Ridiculous, you So high you could ride on a hippogriff You are a rat I am Pickle Rick Right Serving all of y'all an ass whooping pick a dish Bitches get it twisted they got visions like a licorice I'm the real shit silly rabbit you should stick with tricks Sticking it I just like the landing Dammit I'm the sickest kid I'm all grown up like the Rugrats did Raspy Killin' shit I swear I'm going bat shit Nasty You can't trash me you too green piece I'm like a wrecking ball going all through these streets You prolly hit the mall, blow it all on these sneaks Or buy an I watch for a bitch you known three weeks I'm more like hit the bar and whip the car in many directions I got a coke But I know I'll need some Henny to blend in Not a penny to spend I guess Ill throw the hook What you ain't catch it Hah! made you look Aye Big cheese on me looking like I'm posing Kept it real from the jump Now showing that I'm chosen Who feel some way we finally on and feel the need to pout Aye point em out He ain't really bout his word of mouth I'm heading south Took my talents down Long Beach Yes I'm bout that money But a quick grab is the wrong reach Stick to the plan cause it's all about longevity Grinding hard Writing bars Well into my seventies Shows on the road overseas out in Germany With the boys we been living large Call me heavy D I'm always in it to win it There ain't no toning down Authentic no change or different That's why they love my style She looking over got her breaking neck The game effect The kitty wants some taming I bet Just a king in his prime, no I'm not no minister It's getting sinister, I got the gas she filling up In the section interjecting venting to me Her dirty confessions be sounding like my Usher CD I let her talk but I'm mad cause she holding my weed I started spacing out Then it start occurring to me That we didn't come up over nightly Sponsors wouldn't write me I remember kneeling down hands grasped tightly Praying to the maker asking for some better days He said Keep grinding And go link up with ya nigga HVZE A black Jet Lee Kicking shit so gently Lord of the land and i'm asking for the rent please Run it up like cardio I'm mobbing on a ten speed Straight to the point, en garde like I'm fencing Product of the East Bay Fuck the he say she say Life a little sweeter when you getting to that cheesecake Wallet with the Ben Frank Told my maker Gee thanks Feeling good Rollin' through the hood Slappin' Rick James Now I think it's bout time for the bay to get hyped Ain't no blocking my shine, you can play this all night Waited for a long time, now it's time to get right Think i'm boutta get right Yeah we boutta get right Aye