Lookin' At Us lyrics

Artist  : Black Rob F/ Cee-Lo 
Song : Lookin' At Us
 

[Black Rob]

 Yo, yo

 Nobody knew where he came from, or got his name
from

 All we know is he killed Keith with the same
gun

 He used on Terrell, Tone from outta jail 

 Now he we livin and makin a lotta mil

 Watch that cat, send thugs to stop that cat

 But niggas like him always got the gat

 Gotta take 'em off, gotta play them all real
soon

 Call them hoes we hit in Cancoon, get them a
room

 At the Radison over Madison

 I'm imaginin somewhere down the line Im'a have
to use my gat again

 I'm alright with stayin up all night

 And puffin dark chocolate trees til the dark
turns light

 That nigga seen us, you actin like there's no
beef between us

 Act like, he ain't got cream swayin the dope
fiends around the co'na

 You ?fucked my man? he got me on'na

 Whole 'notha level, money grippa's a gonna'

 

 Chorus [Black Rob & Cee-Lo]

 

 Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at
us

 Actin like they wanna do som'thin to us

 Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched

 I'll negotiate the matter in gats he trust

 In the club one night, war spittin at us

 In the corner sippin drinks on some real hush
hush

 Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us

 Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at
us

 

 [Black Rob]

 Made them hoes approach duke on some "How ya
doin shit"

 Small talk made 'em walk out, thinkin with his
*Silence* (Sho' man)

 Just like I thought, he about to get caught

 They goin all out in the backseat suckin 'em
off

 Cee-Lo, stay close dogg, we ain't tryin to lose
'em (Alright)

 Only thing on my dome is what I'm gon' do to
'em

 He killed Keith, I knew that playa since he was
small

 When he used to ball, and mess with Polly down
the hall

 Now he ghost, and this crab niggas to blame

 Gotta ?fuck him? with his name, Im'a put in his
brain

 But slow down, he's pullin over, park right
behind that Nova

 If duke wake up, put 36 in his Rover, cut the
motor

 He tryin to draw attention to us

 This ain't the time baby boy, this is about to
blow up

 Syncronize ya Rol' up, we got one minute to rock
it

 Murder's a hard job, but somebodies gotta stop
it

 

 Chours

 

 [Cee-Lo]

 Just off the plane on a New York vacation
'ang

 Come on, lets get gone, nigga its on a gang

 Swervin in the rain, and workin the woodgrain

 We did about two ?????next lane?

 Now feel the pain 

 And if its affectin you it involves me in it

 And its all great 'cause I get on a niggas ass
in a minute

 We've established innocence, this Benz ain't
rigged

 Its easy, accelerate and make those twenties
rotate

 Even the corner cowboy ??? hennesy straight

 Satisfaction, in the midst of all the
interaction

 I sense tension, here 

 and some nigga over there's givin us his
undivided attention

 Aiyyo Rob yo, is that this nigga (Who?)

 Is that this nigga that been 'round here fuckin
with'choo?

 Want you want me to do?

 Who you want me to run over, and run through?

 With my gun drew, and unleash my wrath upon
you

 We can battle, but nigga, but pay for the bad
news is true

 This nigga done did somethin that he can't
undo

 And anybody who came here with him deserves one
too

 Is it true fuckin up my good clothes on you,
scandalous hoes

 I suppose these bullet holes make ya widow keep
the casket closed

 How you kids gonna get gay back to you, thats
how it goes

 Cee-Lo, Black Rob, Goodie Mob, Bad Boy, down
south

 Up top it gon' stop

 

 Chorus x2