Текст песни Looka Here - KRS-One , Redman

Ayo, Redman, you gotta talk to 'em
I gotta tell what I feel (word)
I gotta talk about my life as I see it (spit that)

Yo, got the voice of Biggie all in my headphones
I'm invincible when I listen to "Ready to Die"
Do you get the same feelin' I get?
Like you was right there when he wrote it?

I swear I'm him when I quote it (word)
45 Glocks and TECs are expected when I wreck shit
Ay Brooklyn, you're all on my guest list (bo-bo-bo-bo-bo)
They paint a picture like rap won't never last

But when I draw, Emilio Estevez (whoo)
Blaow, the livin' legend
In '87, I had a .9, I was a KRS freshman (yeah)
I took notes (yeah), built my own bridge

I sold 'caine while I listened to Long Live (let's go, nigga)
I'm a product of EPMD
N.W.A., Slick Rick, Biz, and Chuck D
And it ain't nothin' like hip-hop music (word)
You women like the way I do it

I walk up in the club like looka here
Snapback, chain on like looka here
I'm hip-hop 'til I die like looka here
Women showin' they titty for me like looka here

Turn the lights out (bo-bo-bo-bo-bo), now turn 'em on (whoo)
Everybody that get it lit like looka here
The streets love me, and I'm back like looka here
I'm hip-hop 'til I die (word), looka here (whoo)

Yeah, looka here, they look and stare
The cook is here, no rookies here
I take you back to Sam Cooke, yeah (let's go)
My delivery is Amazon, I took it there

I'm pourin' out the wine while I rhyme, g-look, g-look, g-look in here (get 'em)
The Teacha, it's only knowledge I look to share
But every now and then these rappers get the hook and spear
First to bust the .9, I flip modes when I bust a rhyme

Psychologically, they can't fuck with mine (whoo)
I come to rhyme, I come to rap
You undermine mine, your face I come to slap (badow)
Straight ghetto rap tracks, I come for that

I'm goin' way back, like Just-Ice with a handmade hat (yeah)
On this Redman track, I'm layin' back
Everything is in order, Muddy Waters, I'm playin' that
"Whatever Man," that's hot like cookin' ware
You want the raw hip-hop?

I walk up in the club like looka here
Snapback, chain on like looka here (oh)
I'm hip-hop 'til I die like looka here
Women showin' they titty for me like looka here

Turn the lights out (bo-bo-bo-bo-bo), now turn 'em on (oh)
Everybody that get it lit like looka here
The streets love me, and I'm back like looka here
I'm hip-hop 'til I die (word), looka here