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letra de what you lookin at - young buck

[young buck:] hey what up n-gg-?
[voice:] what you lookin’ at?

[young buck:]
about to see if these n-gg-s got a problem with me out
here
lets go
all my n-gg-s thats strapped in the club
all my b-tches thats strapped in the club
ya’ll know what it is

[chorus: voice]
i’m about to see
why you hatin’ on me
(what you lookin’ at?)
i’m about to see
why you hatin’ on me
(what you lookin’ at?)
i’m about to see
why you hatin’ on me
(what you lookin’ at?)
i’m about to see
why you hatin’ on me
(what you lookin’ at?)
i’m about to see
why you hatin’ on me
(what you lookin’ at?)
i’m about to see
why you hatin’ on me
(what you lookin’ at?)
why you hatin’ on me
(what you lookin’ at?)
i’m about to see
why you hatin’ on me
(what you lookin’ at?)

[verse 1: sosa]
i think i know, its cause a n-gg-s paid and you ain’t
rich yet
waitin’ on your first i’m on like my sixth big check
quarter ounce saids n-gg- you ain’t seen a brick yet
walk around with my d-ck smellin’ like your b-tch
breath
when i was broke and f-cked they wasn’t hatin’ no
rollin’ in the latest cut
dro in the masenger
i pull strings like a guitar cuz
and roll blunts that end up better than the cigar was
i ain’t negotiating my deal i was like “pay me stunna”
put a n-gg- out and watch me put out jay-z numbers
made a hundred in ’05 that was a crazy summer
holla “free everyone” out of an ap hummer
now my n-gg- out in l.a. got to say we gettin’ money,
long as fate keep it comin’
i’m a make another hundred
grind hard motherf-cker i’m about mine i do this
all star f-ckin’ with southside of the unit

[verse 2: hi-c]
i get paid off my blocks like reggie white
i missed my seven flight
cause i had a ready bite
oh we them block guys
automatic glock mask
i could show you how to whip it up clockwise
i use an ak n-gg- then pump the shotty
put the heater in his mouth now thats a hot tamale
dope boy swag
with a .44 mag
tied up in the bag
got to get that cash..on the low
i can take you to the proper work
in that blue bentley with buck is that papa smurf?
i’ll pop ya first
if you step wrong
bulletproof teflon
maybe thats a deaf song
have them bullets cave in his chest bone
the 380 look good cause its dressed chrome
for this ca$hville sh-t i’ll kill your -ss
f-ck a check n-gg- hi want a mill in cash

[verse 3: c-bo]
i got ’em mad at me cause i’m iced out
ridin’ hard shinin’ just like a light house
get money money
a hood boss thats why they hate me
p-ssed off cause my shimmy come in packs a week
plus my price is cheap
so you know my push is deep
get it in and get it gone thats my recipe
(keep it movin’)
all that talk sh-t is weak man
my goons murder through the motherf-ckin’ street man
and i’m ridin’ for my south n-gg-s
so watch your mouth or them ks ‘gon come out n-gg-s
hatin’ on the kid
cause them b-tches on my d-ck
every car that i whip
keep them rims doin’ flips
got ’em sick
i got money and the power
any compet-tion, game over i will holla
so get your mind right and get your money up
and stop hatin’ before you get your life f-cked up

[verse 4: sosa]
i’m about to see man
ho -ss n-gg-
hatin’ -ss n-gg- i can see it in your eyes
is it the way i walk the sh-t, i talk or what i drive?
i do this sh-t for real n-gg-s rappin’ tellin’ lies
about how they do pimpin’, jackin’, and sellin’ pies
i be stayin’ away from hos who don’t want to see me on
my grind
cupcake i know your fine
but once i f-ck i ain’t got time
i hit the strip club with six or seven dimes
i break a chicken down flip six or seven times
the candy painted chevy lookin’ like a sip of wine
perigon impala nineteen sixty nine
i bought a brand new pistol it bust fifty times
in case a n-gg- out here try to f-ck with my shine
i hit the club tryin’ to push a couple of lines
pop a couple of pills, get some hips and thighs
i put this on my tattoos do not blow my high
cause if we get into it somebody got to die

- young buck

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