I Don't Like The Look Of It Lyrics - Singles - Da Backwudz

What do you think will come of that? 

I don't know (I don't like the look of it) 

[Chorus] 

(I don't like the look of it) 

When we pull up to the do' 

Gator shoes on 24's 

Haters wanna throw them bones and (I don't like the look of it) 

We do it big in every state 

Pick diamonds in heavy weight 

They say they are but really ain't and (I don't like the look of it) 

When they see us in the club 

Poppin' bottles throwin' dubs 

Haters tend to cuff they gloves and (I don't like the look of it) 

We can win in major ways 

Flif fy paint in major haze 

Pop my trunk and get them thangs if (I don't like the look of it) 

[Verse 1] 

(Wood Work) (Wood Work) 

I'm grippin 26's in circles like roller rinks 

Paint drippin like kitchen sinks, caught real in chinchilla minks 

My ceiling Barnum and Bailey flippin like acrobatics 

Women ecstatic, just push the button it's automatic 

When they lay me down to sleep 

Next to a superfreak 

Rollin' around in lenon sheets, (Send her on a merry way) 

I'm so explicit, so ecosyntric blowin on BUDA 

The money short shrinkin' sort of like oompa loompa's 

I like my crucifix, same as nigga on the rocks 

You thinkin' of shoplifting?, dots lookin' like chicken pox 

You can find me in the coop 

My product don't ever stoop 

But if you hustlin' on my block (I don't like the look of it) 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2 - Caz Clay] 

Chevy bubble, every color 

Tops fall back like knuckles 

Chevrolet since they huggin 

Chinchillas on floors and buckets 

It's where we do it thuggin' 

These haters they hate to love me 

Comin' up like bakin' muffins 

Your label ain't makin nothin 

My cake mix is statements 

Shorty check my ingredients 

Hey the formula ain't basic, you can tell I'm a genius 

But they don't like the look of it 

Multicolor with the cake 

Women follow the 24, so I'm choppin' on 26 

Keep your nose up out of it 'cause it can get real 

Talkin' the twelve by what you've seen and I'll have you reading in braille 

Reason they ill, probably got somethin' to do with the paint 

I got it straight for Willy Wonka, and haters mad 'cause they can't 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 

Shorty gettin' paper homie 

That be why they hatin' on me 

Daily cost are frozin' phonies, (Muggin' when you see a G) 

What you know about my city? 

On the block with Dubs and fifties 

Got them clock until they creasin', (Shorty I got what you need) 

Pullin' up on 20 somethin's 

Trouble with the woofers bumpin 

Chokin on the purple ribbon, (Willy Wonka Chevrolet) 

Freezin from expensive pieces 

Heavy starch and denim creases 

Rock 3 on my white Adidas, (Diamonds in my cardia) 

I spit that grizzetry 

Magic is so exquisitly 

Vividly I'm a misery 

Suckas wanna demonish me 

Damnit you pimpin all in me 

Propers keep your apology 

Swagger ghetto like Willy D. 

Haters don't like the look of me 

[Chorus]