What It Look Like

[Intro] [Verse 1] It took me lightly like a quiet boost Another piece of candy from your favorite neighborhood corner store Surely shoulda sold the weight A heavy burden to carry the bare soul slaved They don't wanna have a thing to do with Can't blame me cause you look Can't name em cause they shook Took over some whip protect state Which you can't walk Fuck around with me more Make you look like you're white in a Harlem shaking contest I hone this to find this so close to finest Fuck grammar, ill-mannered Don't start with spank Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is Oh ease up mother fucker, take a breath Who will it be, I'm more than more than less Oh ease up mother fucker, take a breath You look beat now, now I suggest you take a rest [Verse 2] Can't say what I will or won't do It's just the height You might want to stay on your toes to Secure a full view For scoop as you contagiously move to assume Why you assume I'm feeling uneasy My past is a broken sham My thoughts but my guts don't even believe me She don't believe me, it's like dude can't see me Got a whole 'nother study that I'm constantly feeling Ain't nothing much that's to ever such n’ such Such so much to clean nuttin But nigga I'm really touched What was I drinking? (from another with a boppin nigga If you didn't pull me back, spitting on his new shoes) What was he thinking? (man I wonder, do I smile too much? Yes, you too can get fucked up) Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is Tell me with it I'm sick with it, I stick with it and in the end All these niggas gonna get with it Now tell me what it look like, tell me what it is Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is Tell me with it I'm sick with it, I stick with it And in the end all these niggas gonna get with it Now tell me what it looks like, tell me what it is Tell me what it looks like, tell me what it is (sit the fuck…there ain't no dancing, no dancing) [Verse 3 x 2] My tongue is the drum My mind’s the machine Now, it's grim fantastic extremes Fall victim to this think tank-M16 Sound, shot, fix, fit, Crease, grease,then clean Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is Tell me with it I'm sick with it, I stick with it And in the end all these niggas gonna get with it Now tell me what it look like, tell me what it is Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is Tell me with it I'm sick with it, I stick with it And in the end all these niggas gonna get with it I'm sick with it, I stick with it And in the end all these niggas gonna get with it I'm sick with it, I stick with it And in the end all these niggas gonna get with it