Look at my Watch! It goes BLING! wowwwwww!
::Produced by Mr.K-A for Karosene Productions::
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Lyrics
this aint no club banga, you got that damn right
aint bang no damn stranga, but you wanna fam fight?
you actin all hard, but you stand light
you skinny like it but your lightstand is a little more bright
you wearin that, u sho u goin out tonight?
we're going up in harlem, and you wearin all white
now that dont sound right, im not alone am i?
just cus he do it too, doesnt mean karl kan i?
but i dont care much for clothes, cus yo
i thought NYC spelled enyce fo sho'
i complimented this kid and the next think i know
smacked to the floor but bounced back, (i was wearin ecko)
no disrespect yo', im not up on these type things
i was the last one to think that bling was chinese
but this is real hip hop that be heatin up, the club
all the videos, shits what they feedin us, what
look at my watch when it goes, BLING (look at my watch now)
look at my rims, damn look at those THINGS (look at my rims now)
look at all my materialistic possesions (look at all my things)
while you're at it, take a look at my weapon
it takes a real emcee to use the mic not the nine
but ya gotta be hard and commit like, nineteen crimes
but ya woundnt know that at all on the real,
you need balls to make fall whats written on the wall and steel
to be hard, you kill. to be smart, you steal
to be weak, you kneel. and to cry, man, chill
whats the deal, smart but not in the right way
street smarts rule, at least thats what the mic say
perpetuation of stereotypes happen daily
the shit u repeat is gettin kinda stale see
smarten up ya flow man cus the chances of clappin
guns is like chance of new york jets in manhattan, dunn
you let bombs fly high like giants falcons
ya fam blitzin the crips home in the red zone
so what happens when cold steel locks on safety captain
you not on the block, u just playin madden (and you wack son)
mister, why are you raisin your wrist at me
i dont give a FUCK if you watch costs a g
now you runnin around in cheap ass dungarees
cus you baught ya girl a couple double d's
but i guess you'll never drown when the sun melts ya fake ice
cus ya bitch is a walkin flotation device
i dont hate cus your nice, tho you say it all the time
yes, okay we get the point, dont say it every rhyme
pluggin up my ears is where you'll find me
rappers straight overflow like tsunamis
the mainstream uses at most 4 letter words
but dont fuck with the formula, because damn it really works!
every studio is filled with murderers
and hood entrepruneurs who cant even pronounce the shit
mike jones, lil flip, 50 cent, lil wayne
but yo, i cant hate, cus they make that money mayne
