Good Lookin'

[Intro] It's much darker this time nigga God nigga I ain't rap in fuckin' months my nigga My voice deeper and shit so you know it's real Aight....good lookin' Turn me up a little bit nigga Not in reality, I'm just being a rapper [Verse 1: The Cool Quest] Sex drugs and on the dole I'm so fly I got a dot on Air Traffic Control I'm so high on the block, in the air you smell the dro Blow, I'm ready, my semi technically broken But still spit steady Open your back up, Black, what? You don't want it Gotta see a man about a dog, don't flaunt it Tarnished remnants of a generation Fuck juice, I drink Vodka and Henny chase it South Bronx Carmelo, Othello, Magellan Drag racin' BM's on Pelham late night Bustin' out the window with a shotty, don't spray right Pay or play, catch me baggin' bitches at your wake service I hate tourists, you're a foreigner to my style My block, my bitches, I'm a God of this Finding shit within my soul to make you cringe when it spins But find your self spinning it again [Hook: The Cool Quest] And again and again and again and again Again and again and again and again nigga Told y'all niggas I'm God in this bitch yo Again and again and again and again [Verse 2: The Cool Quest] It's mortal combat But fuck it these wombats got you dizzy my nigga, remind that Naysayers take a walk to the Hudson River, jump pon dat My verbals is hurtful, I'm not tryna be Kendrick I make him look like Urkel, so call me Stefan Shoutout to the ho nigga that killed my moms I catch you it's on I'ma give you a pound, be like "it's fly" I'll fly you outta town, to hear my new tracks Make sure that fucker hits the ground I ain't mad no more, forget it I came to get lifted Snitches get pictures printed out Bodies lifted with extended clips out the Mag I ain't gangsta, but pictures I paint you About the type of life I came from My first words was "body" and "bag" I reversed em, I bag bodies now I shag hotties now Still on Section 8, bout to sign my first deal So y'all can't say you can't relate Listen how I spill [Hook] [Verse 3: The Cool Quest] Met a real bad bitch on Fordham tonight She the type of chick I walk down Fordham Road with Good lookin' on the herb, my nigga Dru got it, word Get blasted with Travis, two ghetto bastards Puttin' on for Wash Movin' out the Staten, but I'm still Uptown God Shout out to my niggas from Bronxwood to Gerard Whippin' round thorough Shit is grimy in the grimiest of boroughs, you heard though Sippin' Loko with locos Dolo, Manolo Polo boxers and ninas Sell dope in front of the cleaners Then take the D train to SoHo and get cleaner Heads boppin' I see it, believe it We get the block looking like movie scenes Of ghetto ass decadence Washington nigga, we wreckin' shit 4th Quarter still the move That's how I groove, again and again and uh uh [Hook]