Brother Ali - Lookin' at Me Sideways Lyrics
[Verse 1]Now baby you gon' get a crook in your neck looking at me sidewaysI play high stakes made crook in a crime waveMust be something on my faceYelling that they ought no tell em what they spellin on MySpace dot comBold type face rhetoricYou gon' clickety click and get your head splitWhat the hell you look like on a message boardDiscussing whether or not the brother is hard coreI ain't got to prove to any of youThat anything I ever said was is the truth but I'm ready to do itAnd do it leisurely, Ant give 10 beats a weekSo ***** it I'll put the record how it needs to beI understand I ain't perfect alrightI been a thugged out nerd all my lifeThank God I ain't got to serve dirt or snatch purses at nightI feed people with the verses I writeAnd I fill them with my personal strifeHad some of y'all concerned for my lifeFor what I've had the nerve to reciteI cut my grass grow, bring the serpants to lightNow baby you ain't never heard me I'm tightAnd I'm surgical like, with this ***** JakeYou know that shit ***** around and get a closed casket and I'm old fashionedTrying to figure out how we got from Whipper Whip to this silly bullshitIt's just so tragicBut it ain't impossible to solveI ain't learned jack shit from Dorian at allLet me hear you abusing the culture I adoreI'll come across the hall and get involved like this here[Hook]I'm just here to play my part, and inbetween scenes got to stay on guardI ain't way out y'all, you just don't get me dogYou gon ***** around and miss me dog, it ain't my faultAnd they love the way I talkEyes get real wide when I say my thoughtsI ain't way out y'all, you just don't get me dogYou gon ***** around and miss me dog, it ain't my fault[Verse 2]Tabernacle my hand, expand to the size of a big black granite statueDevide it by the lightning speed that they can moveIt ain't an autograph, do that math I'mma smack youI like to pull up my pants and lean back tooOrganic vegetables, mix em with fast foodIm Howard Stern meets Howard ZinnHow could you not find a pal in him and get attracted tooI take it back for you when possibleIf your hear this then I'm confiding in youPop call me, "Ali what's bothering youDon't you want to tell your friends you and your father are cool""NO." You got more X's than the Honorable Elijah Muhammed doBut that ain't my problem with youTruth is your just an impossible dudeYou get hostile with fools when their honest with youI could make me a snide little comment or twoBut I don't see what that nascence would proveI don't give fake props to the dude or walk around in his shoesI just do what the Qu'ran says to do and respect himNow I ain't even here to get clandestineBut best believe I'mma get what's destinedBe it an Escalade or a fixed up F10It's better than this bus, best friend believe thatI ain't got a free minute to lean backSpiderman 2 coming out and Faheem need thatPlus I wanna teach him how to read on a Leap PadSchining bike, smiling like "look at me dad!"That's the shit that I'm in to I defend to the deathThat I'm every bit as gangster as them foolsIf I wasn't G I wouldn't flow like thisIf you were really a G you wouldn't know I exist, you *****(I don't understand what they're sayin'But little did they know they could get a smack for that, man)So I'd advise you to shut the ***** upSilly muh*****a[Hook]{X2}I said clap your hand to the beat y'allCause the beat make you clap your handsI said clap your hand to the beat y'allCause the beat make you clap your hands
