Da Back Wudz (ft. Caz Clay) I Don't Like the Look of It (Oompa) Lyrics

What do you think will come of that?
I don't know (I don't like the look of it)

[Chorus]
(I don't like the look of it)
When we pull up to the do'
Gator shoes on 24's
Haters wanna throw them bones
and (I don't like the look of it)
We do it big in every state
Pick diamonds in heavy weight
They say they are but really ain't
and (I don't like the look of it)
When they see us in the club
Poppin' bottles throwin' dubs
Haters tend to cuff they gloves
and (I don't like the look of it)
We can win in major ways
Flip flop paint in major haze
Pop my trunk and get them thangs
if (I don't like the look of it)

[Verse 1]
(Wood Work) (Wood Work) I'm grippin 26's in circles like roller rinks Paint drippin like kitchen sinks, caught real in chinchilla minks My ceiling Barnum and Bailey flippin like acrobatics Women ecstatic, just push the b___on it's automatic When they lay me down to sleep Next to a superfreak Rollin' around in lenon sheets, (Send her on a merry way) I'm so explicit, so ecosyntric blowin on BUDA The money short shrinkin' sort of like oompa loompa's I like my crucifix, same as n____ on the rocks You thinkin' of shoplifting?, dots lookin' like chicken pox You can find me in the coop My product don't ever stoop But if you hustlin' on my block (I don't like the look of it)

[Verse 2-Caz Clay]
Chevy bubble, every color Tops fall back like knuckles Chevrolet since they huggin Chinchillas on floors and buckets It's where we do it thuggin' These haters they hate to love me Comin' up like bakin' m___ins Your label ain't makin nothin My cake mix is statements Shorty check my ingredients Hey the formula ain't basic, you can tell I'm a genius But they don't like the look of it Multicolor with the cake Women follow the 24, so I'm choppin' on 26 Keep your nose up out of it cuz it can get real Talkin' the twelve by what you've seen and I'll have you reading in braille Reason they ill, probably got somethin' to do with the paint I got it straight for w____ Wonka, and haters mad cuz they can't

[Verse 3]
Shorty gettin' paper homie That be why they hatin' on me Daily cost are frozin' phonies, (Muggin' when you see a G) What you know about my city? On the block with Dubs and fifties Got them clock until they creasin', (Shorty I got what you need) Pullin' up on 20 somethin's Trouble with the woofers b__pin Chokin on the purple ribbon, (w____ Wonka Chevrolet) Freezin from expensive pieces Heavy starch and denim creases Rock 3 on my white Adidas, (Diamonds in my cardia) I spit that grizzetry Magic is so exquisitly Vividly I'm a misery Suckas wanna demonish me d___it you pimpin all in me Propers keep your apology Swagger ghetto like w____ D. Haters don't like the look of me