Wutuwankno Lyrics - A Long Hot Summer - Masta Ace

Yea, M A L O 

Take a look at my eyes 

Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see 

When you look at me, wutuwankno now 

I'ma speak to the fans now the ask the questions 

So there's no room for errors, no chance for guessing 

That's the reason why on this track I choose to rap 

It's to make sure that none of yall consufe the facts 

'Cause no I never moved to Cali 

I just had a bitch in Compton and a few in the valley 

And "Born 2 Roll" never went gold or so I'm told 

I never did find out how much the shit sold 

And no I ain't saw at Marley 

Though I rarely ever see him and I call him harley 

And no I never lived in the bridge 

But Craig and Shante, did as kids 

Straight from the ville had to catch the train 

No I never picked a pocket or snatched a chain 

I was way too deep in the music 

God gave me a gift, I decided to keep it and use it 

And no I wasn't dissing Ghost 

Before you try to spread beef, you should listen close 

I gotta watch what I'm yelling fella 

'Cause some fans dumb like Hellen Keller 

No, label ain't off the ground 

But we bound to get yall niggaz open off the sound 

No, we ain't got an office yet 

But we got big plans like an architect 

Take a look 

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Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see 

When you look at me, wutuwankno now 

Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see 

When you look at me, wutuwankno now 

Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see 

When you look at me, wutuwankno now 

Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see 

When you look at me, please I got to go now 

I see the look of concern and fake, it's your turn to wait 

I play the judge, and the jury and the journallete 

See, that tend to happen when you learn hate 

Edo left out good, but returned great 

And now I'm about to face the city 

Plus I got a case with Diddy 

For jacking my classic 

I got to have it beat that's so greedy, I'm so witty 

And yall niggaz is so pretty 

Outside of Boston, people ask me about Benzino 

Are we cool, do we got beef, or is we peoples 

We could debate on that, but I guess yall got to wait on that 

Now hate on that nigga, and stop stirring up beef 

You turning up grief, when you doubt your beliefs 

Stay out of grown folk business 

We young enterpreneurs that own our own business 

I answer questions like a witness 

And chop your crew down, with no forgiveness 

Take a look in his eyes 

he's an angel on the outside. but a crook in disguise 

Now take a look 

Photos 

Look here, I got to go, be fair, I got a show 

You here, you kind of slow, oh yeah, you got to know 

Well, I do got a lot to tell 

And a book 'bout my life got a shot to sell 

Yea, them raps 'bout them rise, I was one of the first 

But them fats niggaz high like a gun in a purse 

Yea I made you put them chromey things on your cars 

And yea, I used to hang with some porno stars 

Strip clubs on the weekly basis 

I used to, see these faces in some freaky places 

But all that's behind me, it's not the same 

When you reach a certain age, life is not a game 

I was in the fast lane, I was out for speed 

But now I got more than one mouth to feed 

Yea, it used to be all about a hump and the rub 

But I ain't tryin' to be that old nigga up in the club