Текст песни Masta Ace f Edo. G - Wutuwankno
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Yea, M A L OTake a look at my eyesTake a look at my eyes, and tell me what you seeWhen you look at me, wutuwankno now[Masta Ace]I`ma speak to the fans now the ask the questionsSo there`s no room for errors, no chance for guessingThat`s the reason why on this track I choose to rapIt`s to make sure that none of yall consufe the facts`Cause no I never moved to CaliI just had a bitch in Compton and a few in the valleyAnd "Born 2 Roll" never went gold or so I`m toldI never did find out how much the shit soldAnd no I ain`t saw at MarleyThough I rarely ever see him and I call him harleyAnd no I never lived in the bridgeBut Craig and Shante, did as kidsStraight from the ville had to catch the trainNo I never picked a pocket or snatched a chainI was way too deep in the musicGod gave me a gift, I decided to keep it and use itAnd no I wasn`t dissing GhostBefore you try to spread beef, you should listen closeI gotta watch what I`m yelling fella`Cause some fans dumb like Hellen KellerNo, label ain`t off the groundBut we bound to get yall niggaz open off the soundNo, we ain`t got an office yetBut we got big plans like an architectTake a look[Chorus]Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you seeWhen you look at me, wutuwankno nowTake a look at my life, and tell me what you seeWhen you look at me, wutuwankno nowTake a look at my eyes, and tell me what you seeWhen you look at me, wutuwankno nowTake a look at my life, and tell me what you seeWhen you look at me, please I got to go now[Edo. G]I see the look of concern and fake, it`s your turn to waitI play the judge, and the jury and the journalleteSee, that tend to happen when you learn hateEdo left out good, but returned greatAnd now I`m about to face the cityPlus I got a case with DiddyFor jacking my classicI got to have it beat that`s so greedy, I`m so wittyAnd yall niggaz is so prettyOutside of Boston, people ask me about BenzinoAre we cool, do we got beef, or is we peoplesWe could debate on that, but I guess yall got to wait on thatNow hate on that nigga, and stop stirring up beefYou turning up grief, when you doubt your beliefsStay out of grown folk businessWe young enterpreneurs that own our own businessI answer questions like a witnessAnd chop your crew down, with no forgivenessTake a look in his eyeshe`s an angel on the outside. but a crook in disguiseNow take a look[Chorus][Masta Ace]Look here, I got to go, be fair, I got a showYou here, you kind of slow, oh yeah, you got to knowWell, I do got a lot to tellAnd a book `bout my life got a shot to sellYea, them raps `bout them rise, I was one of the firstBut them fats niggaz high like a gun in a purseYea I made you put them chromey things on your carsAnd yea, I used to hang with some porno starsStrip clubs on the weekly basisI used to, see these faces in some freaky placesBut all that`s behind me, it`s not the sameWhen you reach a certain age, life is not a gameI was in the fast lane, I was out for speedBut now I got more than one mouth to feedYea, it used to be all about a hump and the rubBut I ain`t tryin` to be that old nigga up in the club[Chorus]