Look Good Z-Ro

[Intro]
What's crackin', ho?
Yeah, you, bitch
Yeah, it's the same nigga that'll sell blood to a bitch on her period, ya dig?
Rother Vandross
Ho, don't touch me, keep your motherfuckin' hands off
Teddy Pinchagram, what they got me on the weekend
Well, if you don't look good, then I don't look good
And that's impossible, bitch, 'cause I'm stunning
Hold up

[Chorus]
If you don't look good, then I don't look good
Now we don't look good, that's right
If you don't look good, then I don't look good
Bitch, you better bring me my cheese
If you don't look good, then I don't look good
Now we don't look good, that's right
If you don't look good, then I don't look good
Bitch, you better bring me my cheese

[Verse 1]
I don't love you (You)
Matter of fact, I don't ever think of you (You)
I can think of better shit for me to do
Like chasing a million dollars with my motherfucking crew (Haha)
I miss my nigga DJ Screw (Yeah)
Thirty miles per hour on the freeway, fool (Yeah)
Leaning like we needed VA (Yeah)
But I always kept my eyes open to make sure we straight (We straight)
Now, I'm the Mo City Don, I got my crown, homie (Oh)
Watch your mouth unless you wanna be underground, homie (Oh)
If this your bitch, come get her 'cause once I set her down, homie
Your bitch gon' be my bitch, all you can do is frown, homie (That's right)
We can handle this like men or get into gangster shit (That's right)
Five-deuce Hoover Crip, damn right I'm a gangster, bitch (That's right)
Lips, hips, and fingertips make a gangster rich (Haha)
All these yellow, blue, and black diamonds I sold, thank you bitch (Woo)