What U Lookin' 4 Songtext / Lyric

It goes one for the mind and two for the money

Who dat wit skull tattooes and his nose runny

It's me, that funky MC, the Rrr-ah E

Indubitably, I'm Jersey down to Mitentry

Officer, you're hawkin the, ninety-three Landcruise

When it's real criminals, you should be watchin for

Get off my dick for what you don't got

Plus you probably never licked a shot on your block

Walkin to my car witcha nine out the holster

Put your hands on the steering wheel like ya sposed ta

I cooperate don't give the redneck no hassle

Because too many mistakes be happening to black folk



I said what the fuck are you lookin 4?

Can't a young man make money anymore?

Hah hah, leave ya butt naked...

I said what the fuck are you lookin 4?

Can't a young man make money anymore?






Aiyyo stash that weed up while me and the cop is riffin

Damn I knew I shoulda got that stash box built-in

But it's alright cause me and my niggaz roll tight

We all think alike, we jump out whoever packin pipe

Don't they know who's the freak from the East?

I get faded like Chong and Cheech without bleach

And started spittin game 'fore these cops start to reach

on these creeps, showin mentality from the streets

Even though we had a half a pound by the seats

My peeps never tweek, we handle shit when there's heat

Since one cop was white the otha was a brotha

I pulled out my tape and front page of the cover

of The Source, told him me and Janet's on tour

Broke it down to who's my boss and who I rap for

Plus them niggaz, EPMD

Put me D, now I'm runnin with the Green Eyed B

A-N-D-I-T, and Def Squad camp

Here's your Def Jam tickets and your autograph

Now haul ass, I got a meetin bout seven

Basically I'm saying bye bye like Guy



My license, been suspended, for about five years

The system got my ass in the jam

Can't even ride to see my fam in Alabam'

I get petrified everytime I see the man throw the lights on (woop woop)

The mic's on so I stress it

Shit I'm haulin ass before I start undressin

Niggaz on they knees with they hands on the top of the

heads while the Feds crack jokes with the glock in ya

Don't get me wrong I know a lot of cool cops

That'd let me go if I had two glocks and oowops

But, I don't, so, I keeps it, real

The five hundred series with deep dish peels

Quick, my bitch, stash, two clips, between two her tits

before the cops fuck with the Rrr-ah

I'm a nigga of today a nigga of tomorrow, beyotch!



To my people in Kentucky rock rock on word is bond

Newark New Jersey rock rock on word is bond

Atlanta Georgia rock rock on word is bond

Connecticut rock rock on word is bond

To my people up in Queens rock rock on word is bond

Bri-donx in the house rock rock on word is bond

Virginia's in this bitch rock rock on word is bond

San Francisco rock rock on word is bond



Yeah, bitch ass niggaz rock this!