Listen to You Don't Know by Loon

You Don't Know

Loon

Hip-Hop/Rap

161 Shazams

Music Video

2017-02-15 - You Don't Know - promotional
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Loon
Loon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Hawkins
C. Hawkins
Songwriter
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Pitts
Mark Pitts
Associate Producer
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Doc Wiley
Doc Wiley
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, see a lotta finger pointin' goin' on A lot of judgment gettin' passed Niggaz don't even know what the fuck their talkin' 'bout I go by the name of Loon And I represent this bad boy shit 'Til the motherfuckin' casket drop Damn right, uh, aiyo, aiyo Niggaz don't know me, it's time that I give you the first taste In case niggaz suffer the worst case Harlem my birthplace, I used to run with niggaz that hurt Mase I started "Harlem World" in the first place Niggaz was thirsty, jumped out the window Indoed the fuck up, it cost they friends yo 'Cause that's how friends go But niggaz tryna get they ends yo Forget about the nigga that lent yo Ask for dollar, now you wanna holla 'cause your ends low But look at how far your friends go Killer is doin' it, nigga Loon drop bitches is losin' it Keep the tool cocked, niggaz is usin' it Only if it's a must, nigga front, put they dick in the dust That's what you get, fuck with niggaz like us Loon that nigga that bust, even though you think that nigga just lust These chicks, after I hit, I put the bitch on the bus (Oh, you don't know who the fuck I be?) Oh, it's the L, double O, N, representin' the NYC (Any nigga disrespect my G's) Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea (Oh, you don't know what the fuck I know?) When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoe's (Oh, you don't know what the fuck I do?) To a nigga like you thinkin' your crew gon' do somethin' to Loon I'm glad Puff let me get to my gat 'Cause now I'm 'bout to give 'em my pack Get in the 'Lac, sit in the back Ride around with my shit in my lap The first nigga react, the first nigga act, nigga get clapped I don't get down with you niggaz like that So all that yikkety yak, a nigga front, gun clickety clack Make it hard for you niggaz that rap 'Cause when you gotta pick up the slack Pick up a pack or pick up a plaque You ain't think my flow could pick up like that The way I stick to a track, the impeller gettin' hit with a bat One swing'll bring your shit to your lap And make you shit in your slacks Your body shape forever zip and your trapped Let me tell you about the difference in rap And the difference is street, niggaz that creep Bust your shit with the heat If I find out a nigga soft and he sweet I'm knockin' 'em off their feet Snatchin' his bitch and ridin' off with his jeep (Oh, you don't know who the fuck I be?) Oh, it's the L, double O, N, representin' the NYC (Any nigga disrespect my G's) Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea (Oh, you don't know what the fuck I know?) When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoe's (Oh, you don't know what the fuck I do?) To a nigga like you thinkin' your crew gon' do somethin' to Loon Uh, yeah, aiyo you frontin' like you seen stacks Deep down, you's a clown and you don't need to feed back Hey, yo, y'all niggaz need to ease back Now how you come with your guns and your ones And your sons like you squeeze gats Niggaz don't believe that, and them bitches don't believe that That's why you ride with your seat back Niggaz don't like you, they probably put a bullet right through Ya motherfuckin' chest with they rifle, niggaz livin' trifle And last year 'round this time, we did it to a nigga just like you Lean like the Eiffel, scream on you like your wife do Gleam on you like the ice do, I might seem like a nice dude Even though niggaz know, got a nigga eighteen that'll knife you Split nigga ass crack, picture we waitin' on ass cap When you could get it like the last cat, rat a tat, tat (Oh, you don't know who the fuck I be?) Oh, it's the L, double O, N, representin' the NYC (Any nigga disrespect my G's) Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea (Oh, you don't know what the fuck I know?) When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoe's (Oh, you don't know what the fuck I do?) To a nigga like you thinkin' your crew gon' do somethin' to Loon (Oh, you don't know who the fuck I be?) Oh, it's the L, double O, N, representin' the NYC (Any nigga disrespect my G's) Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea (Oh, you don't know what the fuck I know?) When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoe's (Oh, you don't know what the fuck I do?) To a nigga like you thinkin' your crew gon' do somethin' to Loon
Writer(s): Cindy Walker, Eddy Arnold Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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