- Masta Ace Wutuwankno 歌詞
- Masta Ace
- (feat. Ed O.G)
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
[Masta Ace]
Ima speak to the fans now the ask the questions
So theres no room for errors, no chance for guessing
Thats the reason why on this track I choose to rap
Its to make sure that none of yall consufe the facts
Cause no I never moved to Cali
I just had a ***** in Compton and a few in the valley
And 'Born 2 Roll' never went gold or so Im told
I never did find out how much the **** sold
And no I aint 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 wasnt dissing Ghost
Before you try to spread beef, you should listen close
I gotta watch what Im yelling fella
Cause some fans dumb like Hellen Keller
No, label aint off the ground
But we bound to get yall ****** open off the sound
No, we aint got an office yet
But we got big plans like an architect
Take a look
[Chorus]
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
[Edo. G]
I see the look of concern and fake, its 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 Im about to face the city
Plus I got a case with Diddy
For jacking my classic
I got to have it beat thats so greedy, Im so witty
And yall * ***** 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 *****, 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
Hes an angel on the outside. but a crook in disguise
Now take a look
[Chorus]
[Masta Ace]
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 ****** 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 thats behind me, its 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 aint tryin to be that old ***** up in the club
[Chorus ]
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