OG Kid Frost, Diane Gordon, A.L.T. - Look at What I See lyrics
[OG Kid Frost, Diane Gordon, A.L.T. - Look at What I See lyrics]
Domino, now we're in the mix
I know that you holding tray-five
And a double -six
I got your money fool, now what you gonna do
You're acting like them fools on
The other side do
But all that heebity heebity shit is old
We got 15 platinum to your one pussy ass gold
(Hold up, wait a minute
ALT put some motherfucking curse once in)
Now I'm back on the streets
After five and the deuce
And everybody's trying say there's a
Gang truce but fuck that
I got to put away the one that
Put me in to the pen
The one who made the stone from a grin
No more old school fights
I got you in my sights
My blast is going to light up the night
If you're going to talk the talk
Walk the walk cause your body fit's perfect
In the outline chalk
Look at what I see look into my eyes
Take a look at life through
The eyes of a criminal
Take a look into my eyes
Can you see what I see
A day in the life of a G
Cuffed up, ruffed up and kicked when I'm down
Some say I play the tears of the clown
West Coast down to the bone
I made it on my own with
My motherfucking rhymes and my chrome
Money in the bank and the pound of dank
A flight out to Kennedy
I think that's the remedy
Just like the weed, man, them fools is wack
Trying to rap on the West Coast gangsta track
But that ain't happening and
They ain't platinum
Reach back like a pimp n' I'm slapping 'em
Now should I take my 45 and demand mine
Since I'm the hidden bomb
Call me the land mine
Straight up LA, I'm West Coasting
Never leave the pad without my
9 in my holster
Look at what I see look into my eyes
Take a look at life through
The eyes of a criminal
Look at what I see look into my eyes
Take a look at life through
The eyes of a criminal
Nineteen motherfucking '95
Balling through the hood with
My 'Lac in drive
Ragtop rag hitting side to side
The Frost got tried
But for the bail's denied
Just last week I was styling
Picking up money
Smiling as I was in Terminal Island
I just made parole so it's time to stroll
Pick up my man ALT and we're roll
Ayo, Frost pass the keys to the trunk
So I can get the shells and the Mossberg pump
So I can go wild like I don't give a fuck
So I can make the pump 12 gauge go buck shot
Take a look in life through
The eyes of the criminal
There's no picket-fences and
Life ain't sample
I'm living day-to day, homie check it
I can take your life in the LA second
Look at what I see look into my eyes
Take a look at life through
The eyes of a criminal
Look at what I see look into my eyes
Take a look at life through
The eyes of a criminal
Look at what I see look into my eyes
Take a look at life through
The eyes of a criminal
Look at what I see look into my eyes
Take a look at life through
The eyes of a criminal
I know that you holding tray-five
And a double -six
I got your money fool, now what you gonna do
You're acting like them fools on
The other side do
But all that heebity heebity shit is old
We got 15 platinum to your one pussy ass gold
(Hold up, wait a minute
ALT put some motherfucking curse once in)
Now I'm back on the streets
After five and the deuce
And everybody's trying say there's a
Gang truce but fuck that
I got to put away the one that
Put me in to the pen
The one who made the stone from a grin
No more old school fights
I got you in my sights
My blast is going to light up the night
If you're going to talk the talk
Walk the walk cause your body fit's perfect
In the outline chalk
Look at what I see look into my eyes
Take a look at life through
The eyes of a criminal
Take a look into my eyes
Can you see what I see
A day in the life of a G
Cuffed up, ruffed up and kicked when I'm down
Some say I play the tears of the clown
West Coast down to the bone
I made it on my own with
My motherfucking rhymes and my chrome
Money in the bank and the pound of dank
A flight out to Kennedy
I think that's the remedy
Just like the weed, man, them fools is wack
Trying to rap on the West Coast gangsta track
But that ain't happening and
They ain't platinum
Reach back like a pimp n' I'm slapping 'em
Now should I take my 45 and demand mine
Since I'm the hidden bomb
Call me the land mine
Straight up LA, I'm West Coasting
Never leave the pad without my
9 in my holster
Look at what I see look into my eyes
Take a look at life through
The eyes of a criminal
Look at what I see look into my eyes
Take a look at life through
The eyes of a criminal
Nineteen motherfucking '95
Balling through the hood with
My 'Lac in drive
Ragtop rag hitting side to side
The Frost got tried
But for the bail's denied
Just last week I was styling
Picking up money
Smiling as I was in Terminal Island
I just made parole so it's time to stroll
Pick up my man ALT and we're roll
Ayo, Frost pass the keys to the trunk
So I can get the shells and the Mossberg pump
So I can go wild like I don't give a fuck
So I can make the pump 12 gauge go buck shot
Take a look in life through
The eyes of the criminal
There's no picket-fences and
Life ain't sample
I'm living day-to day, homie check it
I can take your life in the LA second
Look at what I see look into my eyes
Take a look at life through
The eyes of a criminal
Look at what I see look into my eyes
Take a look at life through
The eyes of a criminal
Look at what I see look into my eyes
Take a look at life through
The eyes of a criminal
Look at what I see look into my eyes
Take a look at life through
The eyes of a criminal