Текст песни «Pill - Everybody Lookin»

[Intro]
Everybodys lookin, if youre jealous turn around
The AMG kit keeps us closer to the ground
Were gettin good grip from the 50 series tires
The Alpines bumpin, but I need the volume higher

[Hook]
Everybodys lookin, if youre jealous turn around
The AMG kit keeps us closer to the ground
Were gettin good grip from the 50 series tires
The Alpines bumpin, but I need the volume higher
Everybodys looking, if youre jealous turn around
The AMG kit keeps us closer to the ground
Were gettin good grip from the 50 series tires
The Alpines bumpin, but I need the volume higher

[Verse 1]
Aye! P-I double L, fresher than a mafucka
Bad bitches, no dresses in this mafucka
Blowin loud, no stressing in this mafucka
Big banks, no pressure on this mafucka
Professional when I do this shit
Always dressed in the newest shit
Gucci, Prada and Louis shit
Leave the pussy all ruined, bitch
Uh Im goin HAM in this motherfucker
Peanut butter, Imma jam in this motherfucker
The bass steady kickin and the Armor All shines
Pretty little chicken and I bet she is a dime
Feel like Im goin fishin, your bitch is on my line
Like a death row inmates teeth, Imma grind
Like a scale Imma balance out
This money shit and this candid drop
Guaranteed when them bands come out
Them big booty hoes, their pantiesll drop
Okay then Im throwin bands in this motherfucker
So many hoes I need a van in this motherfucker

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Aye! This that straight drop shit, shorty
Bad bitches pullin up in a 6-40
One rollin up the weed, one bitch snortin
Master P, I double L, yeah, I been bout it
Experience what made me, 80 feet they raised me
Fourth quarter got paid, G
From the one to the three with your lady
Uh Im Mike Vickin in this motherfucker
Dog-ass nigga trickin in this motherfucker
Aye! It aint trickin if you got it, though
A lot of flow, its like cocaina when I record
A lot of dope, I done seen them servin beside the road
Cause I am clean, they hatin, out of sight, they explode
Bitch! Take the roof up off this mafucka
Im turnin up, Im the truth up in this mafucka
Got some niggas thatll shoot up in this mafucka
We bout this paper, gettin loot all in this mafucka

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Volume loud, blowin loud with a six pack
Got the glock tucked if they want the chit-chat
Got a chopper on my side for the get-back
Guaranteed they think they clean, but their kit wack
Six pack on the stomach, make em vomit
Blood on his teeth whenever a nigga dumpin
Tried to warn you bout this weather
Fuck around and get pneumonia
When the bullets start to rain
This aint Southern California, bitch
Stay strapped like a velcro tennis shoe
Got a bad bitch that will replenish you
Mortal Kombat, nigga, Ill finish you
Ignorin messages askin me what Im finna do
Been a fool with it, been a motherfuckin monster
Leave a niggas ass stinkin in his trash by the dumpster
Got some little bitty niggas livin fast thatll dump ya
Its the #1 rule, get cash as a youngster

[Hook]