Lyrics Made You Look (Drezo Unofficial Remix) (Mixed) - Nas
Now
let′s
get
it
all
in
perspective
For
all
y'all
enjoyment,
a
song
y′all
can
step
with
Y'all
appointed
me
to
bring
rap
justice
But
I
ain't
Five-O,
y′all
know
it′s
Nas,
yo
Grey
Goose
and
a
whole
lot
of
hydro
Only
describe
us
as
soldier
survivors
Stay
laced
in
the
best,
well-dressed
With
finesse
in
a
white
tee,
lookin'
for
wifey
Thug
girl
who
fly
and
talks
so
nicely
Put
her
in
the
coupe
so
she
can
feel
the
nice
breeze
We
can
drive
through
the
city,
no
doubt
But
don′t
say
my
car's
topless,
say
the
titties
is
out
Newness,
here′s
the
anthem
Put
your
hand
up
that
you
shoot
with,
count
your
loot
with
Push
the
pool
stick
in
your
new
crib
Same
hand
that
you
hoop
with,
swing
around
like
you
stupid
King
of
the
town?
Yeah,
I
been
that
You
know
I
click-clack
— where
you
and
your
mens
at?
Do
the
Smurf,
do
the
Wop,
Baseball
Bat
Rooftop
like
we
bringin'
′88
back
They
shootin'!
Aw,
made
you
look
You
a
slave
to
a
page
in
my
rhyme
book
Gettin'
big
money,
playboy,
your
time′s
up
Where
them
gangstas?
Where
them
dimes
at?
They
shootin′!
Aw,
made
you
look
You
a
slave
to
a
page
in
my
rhyme
book
Gettin'
big
money,
playboy,
your
time′s
up
Where
them
gangstas
at?
Where
them
dimes
at?
This
ain't
rappin′,
this
is
Street
Hop
Now
get
up
off
yo'
ass
like
your
seat′s
hot
My
live
niggas
lit
up
the
reefer
Trunk
of
the
car,
we
got
the
streetsweeper
Don't
start
none,
won't
be
none
No
reason
for
your
mans
to
panic
You
don′t
wanna
see
no
ambulances
Knock
a
pimp′s
drink
down
in
his
pimp
cup
That's
the
way
you
get
Timberland′d
up
Let
the
music
defuse
all
the
tension
Baller
convention,
free
admission
Hustlers,
dealers
and
killers
can
move
swift
Girls
get
close,
you
can
feel
where
the
tool's
kept
All
my
just-comin′
homies,
parolees
Get
money,
leave
the
beef
alone
slowly
Get
out
my
face,
you
people
so
phony
Pull
out
my
waist,
the
Eagle
four-forty
They
shootin'!
Aw,
made
you
look
You
a
slave
to
a
page
in
my
rhyme
book
Gettin′
big
money,
playboy,
your
time's
up
Where
them
gangstas?
Where
them
dimes
at?
They
shootin'!
Aw,
made
you
look
You
a
slave
to
a
page
in
my
rhyme
book
Gettin′
big
money,
playboy,
your
time′s
up
Where
them
gangstas
at?
Where
them
dimes
at?
I
see
niggas
runnin',
yo,
my
mood
is
real
rude
I
lay
you
out,
show
you
what
steel
do
Mobsters
don′t
box,
my
pump
shot
obliges
Every
invitation
to
fight
you
punk-asses
Like
Pun
said:
you
ain't
even
en
mi
clasa
Maybach
Benz,
back
seat,
TV
plasma
Ladies
lookin′
for
athletes
or
rappers
Whatever
you
choose,
whatever
you
do
Make
sure
he
a
thug
and
intelligent
too
Like
a
real
thoroughbred
is
Show
me
love,
let
me
feel
how
the
head
is
Females
who's
the
sexiest
is
always
the
nastiest
And
I
like
a
little
sassiness
A
lot
of
class;
Mami,
reach
in
your
bag,
pass
the
fifth
I′m
a
leader
at
last,
this
a
don
you
with
My
9's
will
spit,
niggas
lose
consciousness
1 Hilo (Mixed)
2 No Bystanders (Mixed)
3 Vexed (Mixed)
4 Gold Dust (Mixed)
5 Big Catzz (Mixed)
6 Harlem Shake (Eauki Remix) (Mixed)
7 In Check (Mixed)
8 You Don't Know Me (Eskei83 Edit) (Mixed)
9 Only Be Me (Mixed)
10 Beautiful (Eskei83 Remix) (Mixed)
11 Sisyphos (Roll It Up) (Mixed)
12 Made You Look (Drezo Unofficial Remix) (Mixed)
13 Sicko Mode (Eskei83 Ice Cold Edit) (Mixed)
14 Flamez (Alexander Lewis Flip) (Mixed)
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