Mase

Mase - Lookin' At Me lyrics

Hey yo Mase, you know what I don't like?

(Why you over there lookin' at me)

I don't like when, you know, I'm in a club

(Why you over there lookin' at me)

And I'm with my honey

(Why you over there lookin' at me)

You got, you know, the haters

They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden

While my girl standin' here

Why you over there lookin' at me

While my girl standin' here

Hit you with the ice grill, you know

Hehe, cause you boys ain't with you

Little do they know, your girl roll harder than

Some of yo niggas

Dig?

Now what the hell is you lookin' for?

Can't a young man get money anymore?

Let my pants sag down to the floor

Really do it matter as long as I score?

Can't my car look better than yours?

Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws

Come to see me without no drawers

In a stretch Lex with about ten doors?

How is murder?

P. Diddy name me pretty

Did it for the money, now can you get with me?

People wanna know who is he, he get busy

Spray so much izzy, girls get dizzy

Niggas on the block know Mase motto

One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough

98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe

Case I'm every chased by a Donny Brascoe

Yo, I can't get mad cuz you look at me

Cuz on the real, look at me

Yo, it always be the haters that be sittin' in the rear

Dissin' every gear, but they better listen here

You cats keepin' it real, you cats is on yo own

Cuz bein' broke and alone is something I can't condone

Plus it won't be long till they send me the dome

Sit gently, while I'm on the Bentley phone

Why you don't like me?

Cuz I'm mad fly and icy?

And why you can't satisfy yo wifey

And if it wasn't for this Bad Boy exposure

CD, TV's, really would I know ya

Now me and blink float in the gold Rover

So it's only right you get the cold shoulder

And if you got a girl, don't be real committed

Cuz Mase will hit it, you got to deal with it

Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on)

Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on)

Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on)

Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on)

We don't stop

We was all at the Greek fest, it's hot and sandy

I rent scooters, I'm with my family

Tank top, flip flop, really nothing fancy

But get approached by a girl named Tammy

Who looked good enough to be Miss Miami

But say, since some her peeps call her Candy

Than she starts to ask about Aaliyah and Brandy

Tellin' me how she met Puff down at the Grammy's

He ain't tell you I was the one with no panties?

Boo, you know how many he meet with no panties?

Please, tell me something that I don't know

Like if we have sex, you don't want dough

And if it's not a problem you can meet me at 10

I'll be in room 112 and bring four friends

And if you gon' hit me, it gotta be a quickie

And please no hickies, cuz wifey's with me

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