THE CUTTHROATS - Stop Lookin' At Me lyrics
(feat. Guru)
Yeah we got the cutthroats!!
I'm sick walking down the street
watchin niggaz
walk by, drive by
*clockin me* like bitches
stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me
stop lookin at me
(and put the money in a big bag)
stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me
stop lookin at me
(and put the cash in a bag)
watch ya step can kill for a set bitch, dont stop
open up ya eyes mothefucker guess, whos next
comin at ya ruff for '93 with the hard
its the cutthroat mutherfuckerz
'bout to pull a nigga card shit
Yo, we gotta keep it hard
we gotta keep ya jumpin
music for the niggaz who be bustin' headz open
lay back for a while
i'm cultivatin stylez
that keep the niggas (?)
get 'em up and get 'em wild
you got me rough hard, truly rockin wit the stylez
most niggaz wouldnt dream about a battle coz were wild
and the competition you be wishin
we start dissin coz you motherfuckers didnt listen
when we said we was on a mission
I'm cukoo for killin' niggaz so pussies wassup
I'm drinkin milk and i'm strong plus I dont give a fuck
yo I say we be large if the niggaz didnt rumble
the hemispheres would crash
and the planets would just crumble
so all ya niggaz waiting to fuck up the set
be my guest bitch-boy get wrecked
cuz all that kindness and goodness
does it (doesn't) really attract?
yo somebody jockin you
Yo bitch Stop lookin at me!!!!
stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me
stop lookin at me
(and put the money in a big bag)
stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me
stop lookin at me
(and put the cash in a bag)
yo I'm bald head slick an I came to get
whatevers in my path when I choose to get a grip
ON THE TOOLEY
which I use to counteract and attack on the unruly
wasteful hateful, you know like ungrateful
Mr Potato Head- I made you
"yes I made you, Mr Potato head I made you
I made you, I made you
Mr Potato head I made you"
I kill who is my enemy, fuck that gas me up shit
what you puttin' in my pocket!!
ya crack me up kid, ya stupid
I'm much more agile than ever
got more stylez so yo whatever
you wanna do baby-the choice is yours
coming against me, ya voice is torn into pieces
Please its time that you really understood
cuz we are u,n,t,o,u,c,h,a,b,l,e
indesructable peewee
I dont give a fuck if you talk shit
I'll make you a follower
passin out leaflets
so peep this (peep what?)
stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me
stop lookin at me
(and put the money in a big bag)
stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me
stop lookin at me
(and put the cash in a bag)
yo I thought I saw a pussy nigga!
what! I did, I did
you steppin into the hardcore jerk
yo fuck it lets do this kid
now if a man step up on your line
and try and take ya man
do you a: walk away, or b: take a stand
yo we should rock this motherfucker
ah there you go my brother!!!
the lord giveth you the right to take a muthafucka's life
get behind me satan
the precious lord is waiting
he giveth me the gun to make the pussy niggaz run
can I get the amen, AMEN!!
yeah let the church sing along to this spiritual hymn
"you got blood on ya face, ya big discrace
the mac-11 got religious all over the place"
you see the vibes are designed to deal the skill=a
shake ya hill, ah
it make you think I smoke trills (?), ah
ease up on the track 'coz ya weighing down my nuts
you should be checkin with your woman cuz she's actin like a - anyway
whatever your pleasure long as you buy the fuckin record
we know our shit is fat
but we can never fucking sweat it
and all those demo tapes they play, you must be on some shit
we better flush your track when we come to it
all that church ... peaceful ... really don't attract me
I,d rather pull out my gun and tell 'em "punk
STOP LOOKIN' AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!"
[Chorus]
Thanks to mugwump for these lyrics
