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Colton Haynes (born July 13, 1988) is an American actor and model. At the age of fifteen, Haynes began modeling for Abercrombie & Fitch while living in New York City, New York. After moving to Los Angeles, California, he began acting in television series such as CSI: Miami and Pushing Daisies. He won the role of Brett Crezski, a jock who turns into a werewolf, on the ABC television series, The Gates, which premiered on June 20, 2010. Lately he is also known for his role as Jackson Whittemore in MTV's dramady Teen Wolf.
Haynes was born on July 13, 1988, in Wichita, Kansas. He grew up on a farm in Andale, Kansas, but has also lived in Arkansas, New Mexico, Texas, and Florida. He is half Cherokee (registered) and half European descent. He attended Navarre High School (Florida), Andale High School (Kansas) and graduated from Samuel Clemens High School in Schertz, TX. He has an older brother and two older sisters. His brother, Clinton, is also pursuing an acting career.
Haynes began his career as a model at the age of fifteen in New York City, New York. Haynes first began his success after appearing in a Bruce Weber photoshoot for Abercrombie & Fitch. He also appeared in a photo shoot for XY Magazine in 2006. Afterward, Haynes began modeling in campaigns for Kira Plastinina, J. C. Penney, and Ralph Lauren. In 2008, Haynes continued modeling in campaigns such as Verizon and also appeared in numerous magazine editorials such as Teen Vogue and Arena.
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Genre | Drama |
Created by | Adam Rifkin |
Written by | Adam Rifkin |
Directed by | Adam Rifkin |
Starring | Colton Haynes Sharon Hinnendael Ali Cobrin Claudia Christian Marcus Giamatti Giuseppe Andrews Miles Dougal[1] |
Country of origin | United States |
Language(s) | English |
No. of seasons | 1 |
No. of episodes | 11 |
Production | |
Executive producer(s) | Adam Rifkin |
Production company(s) | CapturedTV |
Distributor | Showtime (U.S.) Reveille Productions (non-U.S.) |
Broadcast | |
Original run | 02013-10-10October 10 – December 19, 2010 (2010-12-19) |
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Look: The Series is an American television drama series that was broadcast on Showtime from October 10 to December 19, 2010. It is written, produced, and directed by Adam Rifkin. Based on the 2007 film of the same title, Look is shot entirely from the point of view of security cameras.
Look follows several interweaving storylines over the course of a week in Los Angeles. According to the series, there are now approximately 30 million surveillance cameras in the United States generating more than 4 billion hours of footage every week.[2] Both the film and the series raise questions about privacy and security for the audience in a world with a high proliferation of cameras.
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Plot
A naturally talented basketball player, Noah Cruise is determined to become a doctor using his basketball scholarship to UCLA pre-med, rather than succumb to the lure of former sports agent Vaughn and go for the NBA. His best friend, the buddy that took the fall for him and did the time for an assault charge, Tech, also an outstanding basketball player, has less lofty ambitions: he wants to get his GED and win an underground street ball game against his arrogant rival, Jewelz. Their lives change drastically when they both fall in love with two local girls, Vanessa Lilly and Eboni Jackson, and take fateful trip out to L.A. together.
Keywords: african-american, basketball, basketball-movie, critically-bashed, title-spoken-by-character, tv-commercial
Play by your own rules.
Noah Cruise: Good game man [Offers hand]::Jewelz: Let me know when I have a bad one... sucka. [Walks away chanting]
Tech: 100 singles looks like a lot more than it is
Tech: Great minds think for themselves
Tech: 'Cause I'm a thug like that!
Noah Cruise: Hey, look, I'm about to go to the bathroom.::Tech: Go pinch that loaf, dawg.
LOOK
You have taken the heart of me
And left just a part of me
And look, look, look what you’ve done
Well you took all the best of me so come get the rest of me
And look back finish what you begun
Be done
There someone you ought to meet, it’s me mister incomplete
Look back what I’ve become
For it’s due to the lack of you
That I’m now only half of two
Look, I say back , finish what you begun
Oooohhh be done
Some and sit by my side where there’s nothing to hide
And we try and decide what you needed
But from where I stand today I can’t think of a way
Know the words that I might say
that would change mind and make you stay
Oh’ No not for all the times I’ve pleaded
Look, look, look, look, look what you’ve done
You have taken the best of me so come get the rest of me
And look back finish what you’ve begun
And be done
(Beth Nielsen Chapman / Andy Bey)
Look at how your love has changed my life
Woke up all the dreams I've held inside
All the stars fell in place
When you first touched my face
And once again the world felt right
Look at how you knew you'd found my heart
Deep out of the blue and torn apart
Long before I could see you were so meant for me
You held me in your arms so tight
Love finds a way
Through time and grace
How sweet to step into this dance
When I never thought my heart
Would get a second chance
Look at how your love has changed my life
Filled me with a hope that shines so bright
That the past closed the book
When I turned back to look
VERSE 1 (Swamburger)
Look at me… with a finance of pardons, I’m allowed to
be whatever my land shows you and allows to see.
Liberty… boy she’s looking slim to me. Exercising right
or purging from the sight of persons binging on the
views they like. Look! Pleasure principles schooling
light hearted dimwits with disposable wick sticks…
exposing tit, tat, toe… in every tail told to jit,
jack, joe and prick too. You should really look at what
we did to you. Nothing! We tax our existence and
attempt to disappear, quietly bluffing just to say we’d
amount to something. Look mom, nomad… bitter we are
with no bags to carry on the images of looking like we
had a standard to follow. Man you’re tomorrow. Answer
the question in the bottle. How do I get out of your
blindfold when I’m told to look for depth when death
threats the breath of liberty’s best bet?
HOOK (Brad Register)
Over mountains of depression we will climb,
Just to wake our sleeping lives,
It’s a battle we’ve been facing in our minds,
But to blame our human nature is a waste of time.
VERSE 2 (Alexandrah)
Looking through the roof,
Identity’s near dead
Replacement games, material aims,
and public schools pretend
That the ruse is fruitful
To illusion that it holds
With the proof of useless certainty
They worthied search to never know
Now look, Sentiments reflect
In impulse of the current youth
And detriment excels
With swell of sweet abuse
Their medicine’s not preventative,
Their practice apparatus cold,
Pills are prescribed to drive a sedative
Straight to the seat of your soul
Now look
Mister, misses are just equipped for surface
But one of three’s not meant to be it all
From non-identifying gripe to
Strong enough belief for letting go of what we say
We run to danger disguised as brighter future
While to ourself a stranger
Flagging down a wakeful state in cityscapes of crave
For feeling new’s a likely doom to captive of crusade.
When you fly – like a bird – like a string – you are
When you tune – like a wood – like a flute – across sky
I‘m playing - and flying – like a bird – like a string
I'm stretching – I'm sounding – like I'm in the wind
Look at me boy when I dance
I'm dancing – blossoming – like a flying leaf
I'm basking in the sunshine – boy look at me
Look at me boy when I smile
Look at me boy when I dance
Look at me boy – I'm singing
Look at me boy – I call wind
Like a forest like a flute
I'm hiding under tones
Soil and sound – bang and tree
Will stroke me when I'm dancing
Soil and sound – bang and tree
Will stroke when I dance
Look at me boy – I smell sweet
Look at me boy – I'm breathing
Like a meadow I turn green
Like a flower never seen
Playing – flying – like a string
Stretching – sounding – in the wind
Look at me boy – I'm singing
- I look at you - girl - singing
Look at me boy – I call wind
- I look at you – girl – call wind
Like a forest like a flute
- Like a forest like a flute
I'm hiding under tones
- you're hiding under tones
Soil and sound – bang and tree
- Soil and sound – bang and tree
Will stroke me when I'm dancing
- will stroke you when you dance
Soil and sound – bang and tree
- Soil and sound – bang and tree
Will stroke me when I dance
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
It’s the fucking general, Vans cut shorts
Neck covered in colored emerald, the yellow by the blue
Like I pissed inside your swimming pool, I’m Mr. Made-A-Bundle
Fuck being rapper and lyrical, here’s a ticket to carnival
Barnacles, now I gotta brag
Beemer drive right by you niggas like I was kinda fat
With a paint job thats flatter than Miley Cyrus ass
Ludicrous niggas is hoping that rapper Tyler crash
I see a victim, call the fucking doctors
I’m starting to see symptoms, faggot getting sick again
Fucker get a syringe and a prayer from all your friends
That are actors that do not have to pretend with me if they see blood
Cuz, red and blue like what the fuck’s popping?
I’m the blackface of white America, a noose in my pocket
Everyone’s dumb or either dead, so you do not have an option
So I’m sorry Martian and activist I’m bout to tie knots with
And ain’t no one gonna stop shit, I wanna find my pops
Locking lips with a hot locksmith, find out I was adopted
By chimps and a hippopotamus, Tyler’s a fucking animal
When he spit, he goes ape shit, so it technically makes sense
[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
Nobody ever told me that I spill more than I drink
I didn’t know that, I didn’t know that I didn’t know
Allen meeting and greeting boy fickle
Cucumber turn pickle, nigga, nickel by my cellular sickle
Exchange phrases from heroin addicts pistol arms
Niggas go to the drug dealer like bristol farm when it get it its gone
Seated next to Chunky’s( hands fidget marmoset monkeys(
This ain’t where I’m supposed to be at(
How am I supposed to react when somebody here test my nervous
(I’m clean and sober(and still got a lot on my mind that I’m getting over( only getting older(
snow and slush is colder
(Love don’t get you on the bus free rides are in the Rover(
Where tear drops wet on my shoulder(
Started hitting bars( whiskey style shit(
You know a young nigga always finding new outlets
(Mentally I’m just crowded,but shit I guess it’s time to change my outfit
[Verse 3: Domo Genesis]
Live from the gutter( young stunner( Trumps what you niggas blundered(
I uppercut by the bundle( Nigga take a number
(By my butter nNever let them suckers take me under(
Cold like I hate the summer(? you ungrateful son of a bitch
(I gave less a fuck and I struck it rich, (suck my dick(
Tell the world that I’m coming, don’t fucking spit(
Bump your lips(, guess you really ain’t sure who you fucking with(
You won’t find me on no office shit (I’m semi auto off this shit
My whole approach is arsonic no party be cautious with( my partners on some raunchy shit(
You better use your conscious quick
(I swear my whole demeanor all fucked up(
Shitting everywhere like I had a meal off the lunch truck
(Dumb fuck( come one one it and get your mug bucked
(Love what? (No love for these hoes we only love lust(
Inhale that marijuana until my lungs bust
(Still out for blood when the suns up
[Verse 4: Earl Sweatshirt]
Fuck what you talking ’bout, nigga, got a Tyler reputation
Just from chalking out niggas and bagging ‘em up
Dickies baggy, sagging off my ass, abandoned the cuffs
And Wang syndicates the color of the ambulance trucks
Blunt got a nigga feeling like I’m standing on my head
Wolf pack back up out the shit, foaming at the mouth
Got these bitches lip-locking, britches soggy on the couch
Talking shit, bringing profit in and bodies in to count
I told myself just to walk and let the rumours run
Blue golf overalls, jump when them Goombas come
This the fucking sound of chickens coming home and roosting up
The rudest one, make a nigga take a nigga jewels and run
Hand full of cash, other hand full of homes to feed
Who exactly am I supposed to please?
And nigga, who the fuck you supposed to be? Four-five traffic blasting
Tyler pissy cause I’m action on his momma Rover seat
He lied to the substance, impair the judgement
Sticking to the script, thumb sticking to that pump grip
Wolf Gang nigga
The Look
Roxette
Walking like a man, hitting like a hammer, she's a juvenile scam.
Never was a quitter, tasty like a raindrop,
she's got the look.
Heavenly bound cause heaven's got a number when she's spinning me around,
kissing is a colour. Her loving is a wild dog,
she's got the look.
She's got the look.
She's got the look.
What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue.
When everything I'll ever do I'll do for you
and I go: la la la la la she's got the look.
Fire in the ice naked to the t-bone is a lover's disguise.
Banging on the head drum, shaking like a mad bull,
she's got the look.
Swaying to the band, moving like a hammer she's a miracle man.
Loving is the ocean, kissing is the wet sand,
she's got the look.
And she goes: na na na na na na na na.
you told me it's just
a matter of time
before the gas runs out
and i can agree with that feeling
'cuz i'm kind of reeling
in the same doubt
about you and me
and i can see that it's time
for you to give me yours and
me to give you mine
'cuz it's a bad thing when two
like me and you
don't share the same bed
in this house
look baby look, look into my eyes
can you see the tears flowing down
will you love me baby,
love me all you can
can i be your man right now
right now
and i know it's been
a long long time
since i took you,
took you by the hand
and showed you my world,
and showed you where i stand
'cuz i'm a little scared,
just a little scared
'cuz you see me for what i am
and i'm a man that wants you
yeah, only you
and i want to squeeze
everything out of you and me
and pour it out, pour it out,
pour it out
look baby look, look into my eyes
can you see the tears
flowing down
will you love me baby,
love me all you can
can i be your man right now
look baby look, look into my eyes
can you see the tears
flowing down
right now
Details of your look, like your touch
Killing me by shoot, just in once
Let me lick it, jewel, with your cries
Since days of school, you and I
You're on my way...
You did the hook, you did right
Shiny as a jewel, with your tie oh see
Just take a look
In my hands, see darling the moon and the sand
You're on my way...
Just let me play... Oh oh
Just let me play... Oh oh
Details of your look, like your tights
Killing me by shoot, just in once
Let me lick it, jewel, with your cries
Since days of school, you and I
You're on my way...
Just let me play... Oh oh
I've thought about it, about the layers of life, the things real and true, where we've been, what we've become. can you remember still? Feelings you had inside? To find something new! Does hope get lost in all you do? And could dreams get much more real? When we're older, to look when we were younger, and change what's not the same, to look what we became, look what we've become, renew the walls within our hearts with room for change to come. and all that we know are the things we have, what we feel and do forms around what we've been through. and so could we ever say, that in the layers of life, that something was wrong? For even pain can make us so much stronger. And could dreams get much more real? When we're older, to look when we were younger, and change what's not the same, to look what we became, look what we've become, renew the walls within our hearts with room for change to come.
(Ft Problem & Tyga)
And when it come back to block everybody gonna look, everybody gonna look
And when the fall in the spot everybody gonna look, everybody gonna look
So I'm as well get some, look out! watch me!
Get some, look out, ohh!
So I get some, look out, ohh
Get some, look out!
Straight back like corner, I'm 'bout to slam carter
I don't slam that no one, the only words I'm tryin' to buy it it's the...
I'm bout to smoke... everybody gonna be here tomorrow,
In the same spot, with a different bitch,
Moving low, moving low with a...
Worry 'bout me so pee...
If I walked in the club, all eyes on me
If I leave with your bitch... on me,
And
Hook:
And when it come back to block everybody gonna look, everybody gonna look
And when the fall in the spot everybody gonna look, everybody gonna look
So I'm as well get some, look out! watch me!
Get some, look out, ohh!
So I get some, look out, ohh
Get some, look out!
And that's it, keep the walls like this
Slam in big forque and the drolls no kids,
Watch... with the work, I'm living up my bitch
Neither... for all my... blab la boy, we ride ride boy,
Your money looking funny, ha ha ha ha boy,
Is that young fly fully, got account,
LA's best I'm running like an option,
Play no game like the mother*cking locked out season
Run up one roll in this knock out season
The hood been the... can't get more belly
And we bout fresh, I can't get my doggy.
Hook:
And when it come back to block everybody gonna look, everybody gonna look
And when the fall in the spot everybody gonna look, everybody gonna look
So I'm as well get some, look out! watch me!
Get some, look out, ohh!
So I get some, look out, ohh
Get some, look out!
F*ck you mean, I ain't payin' in traffic,
Drop top no, memorial day dollars never late
My son son gonna be shine, straight I'm this cake
I'm in... you ain't have the man, is... f*ck you
Last king money, teen bitches been hotter than the titties last time,
She don't work for me wrist, all they we talk about that currency
Nigga you would too, if you had a tap is me,
Uh baller rap for me,... now a nigga after me,
'Cause smoke after,... the prime scene,
Watch in your little big homie, in the cracking when I...
Hook:
And when it come back to block everybody gonna look, everybody gonna look
And when the fall in the spot everybody gonna look, everybody gonna look
So I'm as well get some, look out! watch me!
Get some, look out, ohh!
So I get some, look out, ohh
Get some, look out!
(chorus)
Do you see what I see
is what I don't see
do you see what I see grim reality
do you see what I see
is what I don't see
I see the devil looking at me not the G-O-D
(verse 1)
Shadows of death I see the visions of yo crucifix
locked in my conscious I be thinking about the triple 6
look into the sky what you see is what I don’t see
I see the devil looking at me not the G-O-D
I look around i see the prostitute is sucking dick
an hour later and she's dead with the maggots and shit
I see dope house on a 64 pounding bass
I looked at a gangster and he punched me in my fucking face
I look and see what you see who's looking back at me
I see the rats sport a jacket of the KGP
I look in a liquor store a bitch is getting held up
look into my daddy's room my sisters getting felt up
I look and see the blood pouring out the fucking ceiling
I look deep inside my soul and still I have no feeling
I look and see a sacrifice a baby baptized
and so I feel like I'm looking through the devil's eyes
(chorus)
Do you see what I see
is what I don't see
do you see what I see grim reality
do you see what I see
is what I don't see
I see the devil looking at me not the G-O-D
(verse 2)
Strangle to death I see the naked lady by the river
It'll make you shiver seeing the maggots feasting upon her liver
I look and see the flesh regurgitating all my skin
better look again amen another sin
and through my eyes I see rats eating out the trash
and then I see they frisking 50 for a piece of ass
a sloppy fuck I see dead bodies up to the dump
I see the burning flesh and bones of a skinhead punk
but who's to blame call it insane the acid rain
look it leak through your evil brain
now I must rest to breath to try to fall asleep
but when I sleep better watch that ass the dark reaps
and so I creep what you see is things so bloody red
looking down the barrels of a gun I'm already dead
and turn the pages of yo holyness look in yo book
you'll see a life sacrificed you better take a look
(chorus)
(verse 3)
Straying to death I see the homeless trying to pick up hoes
so they can taste some pussy reaper cords up off they toes
Cause they be sick in the shit eating grits
I see a crack head bitch she's still sucking dick
I look and see a criminal bitch getting a second chance
and then I'll see some pig's dicks hanging out they pants
they plead the 5th sucking dick in the back seat
but what I saw is what you see tripping off LSD
Hellusinations got me thinking about my death
but my reflections when I'm facing blood dripping off my neck
but within my brain I'm insane mama snort cocaine
not like you gain when there's demons calling out my name
I look and see the angels falling from the sky above
they hit the mud G-O-D giving out no love
I look and see the evil buying a soul to sell
but when I die take a look cause I see you in hell
(chorus x4)
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see?
Can you feel my pain? am I your enemy?
Give us a better way, things are really bad,
The only friend I know is this gun I have.
Listen to my voice, this is not a threat
Now you see the nine are you worried yet?
You've been talking 'bout' you want the war to cease
But when you show us hope, we will show you peace
Look into my mind, can you see the wealth?
Can you tell that I want to help myself?
But if it happen that I stick you for your ring
Don't be mad at me it's a survival ting.
Look into my heart, I can feel your fear
Take another look can you hold my stare?
Why are you afraid of my hungry face?
Or is it this thing bulging in my waist?
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see?
Can you feel my pain? am I your enemy?
Give us a better way, things are really bad,
The only friend I know is this gun I have.
Listen to my voice, this is not a threat
Now you see the nine are you worried yet?
You've been talking 'bout' you want the war to cease
But when you show us hope, we will show you peace
Look into my life, can you see my kids?
Let me ask you this,do you know what hungry is?
Well in this part of town, survival is my will
For you to stay alive you've got to rob and kill.
Look into my house would you live in there?
Look me in the eyes and tell me that you care,
Well I've made up my mind to end up in the morgue
Right now I'd rather die, cause man a live like dog
Look down on my shoes, can you see my toes?
The struggle that we live nobody really knows
Stop and ask yourself, would you live like that?
And if you had to then, wouldn't you bus gun shot?
Look into the schools, tell me how you feel?
You want the kids to learn without a proper meal
Den what you have in place to keep them out of wrong?
If they drop out of school dem a go bus dem gun
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see?
Can you feel my pain? am I your enemy?
Give us a better way, things are really bad,
The only friend I know is this gun I have.
Listen to my voice, this is not a threat
Now you see the nine are you worried yet?
You've been talking 'bout' you want the war to cease
But when you show us hope, we will show you peace
Look into my mind, can you see the wealth?
Can you tell that I want to help myself?
But if it happen that I stick you for your ring
Don't be mad at me it's a survival ting.
Look into my heart, I can feel your fear
Take another look can you hold my stare?
Why are you afraid of my hungry face?
Or is it this thing bulging in my waist?
Look into my life, can you see my kids?
Let me ask you this,do you know what hungry is?
Well in this part of town, survival is my will
For you to stay alive you've got to rob and kill.
Look into my house would you live in there?
Look me in the eyes and tell me that you care,
Well I've made up my mind to end up in the morgue
Right now I'd rather die, cause man a live like dog
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see?
Can you feel my pain? am I your enemy?
Give us a better way, things are really bad,
The only friend I know is this gun I have.
Listen to my voice, this is not a threat
Now you see the nine are you worried yet?
You've been talking 'bout' you want the war to cease
I look around at all my friends
And what their hearts are wearing
Rosaries of anti-joy
I look around at where the rainbows end
Inside their jaded eyes
I know there must be more to this crazy life
But there's comfort in the light
Look away from me now when you look my way again
I will not feel the same i will not feel this pain
Look away from me now when you look way again
I will not feel this shame i will not feel this rain
On my skin
I look around at all this fear
And hesitation that we feel
Orbiting our own private universe
It makes me laugh the way i
Recycle each emotion i have
A million times until it passes the test
Of proving i'm still blessed
Look away from me now when you look my way again
I will not feel the same i will not feel this pain
Look away from me now when you look way again
I will not feel this shame i will not feel this weight
Of the world upon human shoulders
It's a long way it's a long road
It's a long way to get home...
I look around at all my friends
And how their hearts are breaking
Underneath the weight of possibility
And it's so hard to keep your faith
When all you can see is the
Pale blue ocean sky falling down
But there's wisdom underground
It's a long way it's a long road
It's a long way to get home...
Look away from me now when you look my way again
I will not feel the same i will not feel this pain
I will i will i will...
I saw you there
Looking like you used to
You were standing there
Looking like you used to
I saw you last night
Looking like you used to
Oh, I love watching you
Do you love watching me too?
Oh, I love watching you
Oh, I love watching you
Oh, I love watching you
Look, Look, Look, Look
You can catch me in the middle of Atlanta nigga (Look)
In the cracks and the crevises of the ghetto nigga (look)
Gone rep you is gonna catch you on a stretcher nigga (look)
Gotta 9 like a 45 special nigga (look)
Still chillin with my hoe heard a bitch holla (look)
It's a nigga with a chrome double barrell so I (look)
Coming at me wanna kill me I can tell how the way he (look)
But I already had my thing cocked before I (look)
See I had the same face of the nigga and i (look)
like a nigga keep your throat to a fine hoe thing thats a reefa
One slip then my 9 went bang Got rough on anybody who wanna test my game
Can't you see we some killas gorillas gonna bang
Got some niggas still livin how i rocks they fade
Got a whole click of killas ridin chevys on blaze
And a trap to the moon, one heat one game
Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in (look)
Black tees, black hats, with the black tims (look)
We aint talkin to you niggas shit we aint gotta (look)
But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna (look)
Well what up for yah, it's your boy Breeze again
Breezin in with one of yall Breeze again
And i know Jesus seein me sin so why not blow dro, why not sip seez and gin
Reason bein since birth man things have seemed
A little different, I'm still pimpin deep with in
But now that I'm grown it's on so i'm a go on and spit it
And if I wanted your hoe I could have her gone in minutes
I pull up in the chevy lookin real slick and vicious
With a bottle of hennisey and a blunt of that sticky
Hops out with the forces the same color of the fitted
Instead of callin me daddy these hoes callin me diddy
I got a bundle of bitches with a lot of ass and titties
Nigga young and old, freak nasty with it
Gold teeth gonna shine, sho nuff
And you can turn your head but your broad gonna look
Hoppin out of candy coated chevy bitch (look)
Whole team ballin harder than a roucus trick (look)
Sucka tryin to get live, got his gut split (look)
Got some type of piece tucked in my briefs slick (look)
Thats why we rollin deep with a barreta taker (look)
A dime piece with me all you better do is (look)
Get your head open wide like a pocket book (look)
You know you shook you aint gotta hide your face bitch (look)
Yeah its mister click clacker yeah i jack the jackers
Cover more than greyhound every hustlin backwards
Stay in the pocket gettin sticked but im breakin them tackles
Disrespect shift you brain left to right like a tackle
I've been gettin it for years and real niggas know that
Back when Dominique, Brooklyn jersey rockin the throw back
Take it from me, I'm a hunt your ass down like a lojack
Catch your ass while you sleep, blow your ass like a dro sack
Step up in the club with just a swing in my chain
It's deez boyz snow man is the name
Posted up poppin cris like you do them beers
Got bread stacks I aint seen in a couple of years
When i ball I see a gansta they dont look they stare
Symbols in my ears 6 figures a pair
And I'm straight from the hood that's where i come from
Still spend a hundred grand a year on white air ones