Homeboy Sandman, Your Old Droog, Quelle Chris - Lookout lyrics
YOD [Brooklyn, New York]
[Homeboy Sandman, Your Old Droog, Quelle Chris - Lookout lyrics]
Boy Sand on the muthafuckin lookout
Beat was so ill that I
Had to take the hook out
Anytime I lost, recount there was a miscount
Anytime I floss
You could bet I got a discount
Two out every two sleeves I
Could pull the tricks out
Me I nail the routine also nail the dismount
Drop it in the tip jar I be taking tips out
Homies I don’t give a fuck
Ladies take your tit's out
When I’m on the hill there
Isn’t any pitch count
I don’t give a fuck 'bout
Anything you bitch bout
Never in the big house
Often in a chick blouse
Often get a chick mouth looking
Like a fish mouth afterwards I dick down
Other words I digged out
I could write a list down
Fantasies I lived out
After it done fizzled out
Some of them done flipped out
Shit I get a kick out
Shit that get em kicked out
Not the type of cat to beat
A hoochie in the head
I don’t barely move except for
Coochie or for bread
On it like quicker picker upper on a mess
Back up in this muthafucka like I never left
Bet
Please on deceased you could fuck with these
They love me long longer than 2003s tees
Blacker than colored kids knees
Rock it then I’m out like every item on
A golden crust menu but the cheese
Want all I can eat markie dee
I run em out the yard sharkie eek
What a guy gotta do to move
His commas two to the east
And Sporting yabba doos on the beach
I’m balling Sydney d
You holla foul and reach like a snitch
Get that shit out my house son a bitch
You can’t be top spitter when you leech suck
You in town and they don’t want you around
Buck sound
Burn ya real world to the ground puck
I be making pounds while
I’m lounging it’s nuttin
You either begging pardons or you cuttin
You either on the list or you discussing
Who’s listed
Rhyming since bodegas slanging mystics
Rhyming since the sega was a flex
Everybody coming at me talking bout
They got the new prescription
All you bout hear from me is next next
Yall know who it is, grammy award winner
In the foreign, with a foreign
Listening to foreigner
Touring a new city nightly
Rightfully i'm very paid
One feature had me ineligible for medicaid
Don't work with bums for crumbs
I'm past that everyday you say today's your
Last day doing verses, tryna gas cats
(loser) only jacking the traction
Can't believe you bmi the way yo ass cap
They used to play me like I’m Arab or Latin
Now white people wanna claim me like fast rap
And they tried to say droog was over
Still getting dollas like alla pugacheva
(who?) model hoes in my palatial estate
24 hour chef on call we just ate
Live good, give a damn bout what you got
It won’t ever compare to what droog
You fucking stugotz
It’s like a mansion to them
Little one bedroom spots
I’m above u like the dots on umlauts
If you fucked up then go see
My doctor, you know my doctor
Dr vinny boombatz
Beat was so ill that I
Had to take the hook out
Anytime I lost, recount there was a miscount
Anytime I floss
You could bet I got a discount
Two out every two sleeves I
Could pull the tricks out
Me I nail the routine also nail the dismount
Drop it in the tip jar I be taking tips out
Homies I don’t give a fuck
Ladies take your tit's out
When I’m on the hill there
Isn’t any pitch count
I don’t give a fuck 'bout
Anything you bitch bout
Never in the big house
Often in a chick blouse
Often get a chick mouth looking
Like a fish mouth afterwards I dick down
Other words I digged out
I could write a list down
Fantasies I lived out
After it done fizzled out
Some of them done flipped out
Shit I get a kick out
Shit that get em kicked out
Not the type of cat to beat
A hoochie in the head
I don’t barely move except for
Coochie or for bread
On it like quicker picker upper on a mess
Back up in this muthafucka like I never left
Bet
Please on deceased you could fuck with these
They love me long longer than 2003s tees
Blacker than colored kids knees
Rock it then I’m out like every item on
A golden crust menu but the cheese
Want all I can eat markie dee
I run em out the yard sharkie eek
What a guy gotta do to move
His commas two to the east
And Sporting yabba doos on the beach
I’m balling Sydney d
You holla foul and reach like a snitch
Get that shit out my house son a bitch
You can’t be top spitter when you leech suck
You in town and they don’t want you around
Buck sound
Burn ya real world to the ground puck
I be making pounds while
I’m lounging it’s nuttin
You either begging pardons or you cuttin
You either on the list or you discussing
Who’s listed
Rhyming since bodegas slanging mystics
Rhyming since the sega was a flex
Everybody coming at me talking bout
They got the new prescription
All you bout hear from me is next next
Yall know who it is, grammy award winner
In the foreign, with a foreign
Listening to foreigner
Touring a new city nightly
Rightfully i'm very paid
One feature had me ineligible for medicaid
Don't work with bums for crumbs
I'm past that everyday you say today's your
Last day doing verses, tryna gas cats
(loser) only jacking the traction
Can't believe you bmi the way yo ass cap
They used to play me like I’m Arab or Latin
Now white people wanna claim me like fast rap
And they tried to say droog was over
Still getting dollas like alla pugacheva
(who?) model hoes in my palatial estate
24 hour chef on call we just ate
Live good, give a damn bout what you got
It won’t ever compare to what droog
You fucking stugotz
It’s like a mansion to them
Little one bedroom spots
I’m above u like the dots on umlauts
If you fucked up then go see
My doctor, you know my doctor
Dr vinny boombatz