Z-Ro, Papa Reu - Looking Good lyrics

Dum dum, da da da da dum, dum dum
Dum dum dum dum, da da da da dum, dum dum
On the latest roll with my boy Z-Ro here
Z-Ro you ready ha
Rock yeah you dropping that hot shit
You really dropping that hot shit ha
Z-Ro let me
Hear what you gonna sing for this one
Come on

Three liter big red, got diluted nines fed
Able to make a bitch
Wanna suck my naked head
I get fly when I wanna
Graduated from corners i know it tingle
Cause your pussy marinated my sauna
If you capping I ain't tripping
Cause, I really don't need you
Prolly say your pussy gon be beat up
And having a seizure
Overseas vacation, Prime Co communication
And radio stations
Got us in regular rotation
Cause the guns unloaded
Lot of heads got exploded
Destined to be the throwdest
If I'm properly promoted
Sewed it up like a sweater
Financial back or go-getter
Then through your vest chest
With the talons in my baretta
Stay one step ahead of
My competition they better
Fly down from overseas sign down
And get to chumping for cheddar
26 letters than Ro
If you ain't know now you know
From Ridgemont 4 to Acapulco
I'm gripping grain in my flame

Sunday morning pulling out my bitch
I'm looking good
Nothing but diamonds around neck
And around my wrist, i'm looking good
Doubles breasted tailor made
I'm 'Sacci'd down to the flo'
And it don't matter
If you step on my wing tipped shoe
Cause, I'ma just go buy me some mo'
(what it is what it is)

Rolly on me wrist, Sansun me wrist band
20 inch rims, on me suspension
Foreign replay, and not forge my stun-a
Dressed everyday, in the latest fashion look
Boys the enemy, best respect the man
Listen to me, know it's rule number one
No buster ain't right, we told the game plan
You do, you better and change the wrist band
The way me flow, my retaliation
So listen to me boy understand, understand
It's a bezeled out wrist
And that I wear everyday
On the right hand-a, the Presidential Rolly
And it's crossed off
Like a ton of ice on the tray
And the price start-a
My choice to lose security
If you don't believe me, ask your old lady
I know she saw it, from 'Poko miles away

Pull up to my bump, as I let it recline
13's easy five screens
It ain't no fucking with mine
They think I'm fucking with nine
But, I multiplied it by fo'
It took some time
But, I decided to throw my bitch on the 4's
The bubble-eyed Mazaratti
On a mission to meet Scotty
With bullets for your body
Cause, I'm living like Gotti
Pistol grip and a beam, plus a murdering team
Cash rule everything me
That there ain't nothing but green
Jumping in and out of line
Moving slow as I wanna
Smoking reefer bending corners
On 20 inch Yokohama
Cause these niggas be hating me
When I be crawling down
So I'm like Paul Bugsy with a infrared
Cause these niggas be falling down
Steady yelling out timber
From the first dance January down
To the last dance december better remember
Put a big shell casing up in you
Make you weak like SWV
When I shine and grind like ESG
But, I gotta get love like the Big Steve
Throwed in the game like that P-A T

Alright, ha ha
You know so we keeping it real, yeah
Southside, Southside ha
How you mean, Papa Reu, my boy Z-Ro
You know Rock with another hit
Ha ha, you know he here with another hit
Ha ha yeah, yeah, yeah