Looka Here

[Intro: KRS-One & Redman]

Ayo, Redman, you gotta talk to 'em

I gotta tell what I feel (Word)

I gotta talk about my life as I see it (Spit that)

Yo

[Verse 1: Redman & KRS-One]

Got the voice of Biggie all in my headphones

I’m invincible when I listen to Ready to Die

Do you get the same feeling I get?

Like you was right there when he wrote it?

I swear I'm him when I quote it (Word)

45 Glocks and TECs are expected when I wreck shit

Ayy, Brooklyn, you're all on my guest list (Bo, bo, bo, bo, bo)

They paint a picture like rap won’t never last

But when I draw, Emilio Estevеz (Woo)

Blaow, the living legend

In '87, I had a .9, I was a KRS frеshman (Yeah)

I took notes (Yeah), built my own bridge

I sold 'caine while I listened to Long Live (Let's go, nigga)

I'm a product of EPMD

N.W.A., Slick Rick, Biz, and Chuck D, hey

And it ain't nothin' like hip-hop music (Word)

You women like the way I do it

[Chorus: Redman & KRS-One]

I walk up in the club like looka here

Snapback, chain on like looka here

I'm hip-hop ’til I die like looka here

Women showing they titty for me like looka here

Turn the lights out (Bo, bo, bo, bo, bo)

Now turn ’em on (Woo)

Everybody that get it lit like looka here

The streets love me and I'm back like looka here

I’m hip-hop 'til I die (Word), looka here (Woo)

[Verse 2: KRS-One & Redman]

Yeah, looka here, they look and stare

The cook is here, no rookies here

I take you back to Sam Cooke, yeah (Let's go)

My delivery is Amazon, I took it there

I'm pourin’ out the wine while I rhyme, glook, glook, glook in here (Get 'em)

The Teacha, it's only knowledge I look to share

But every now and then, these rappers get the hook and spear

First to bust the 9, I flip modes when I bust a rhyme

Psychologically, they can't fuck with mine (Woo)

I come to rhyme, I come to rap

You undermine mine, your face I come to slap (Badow)

Straight ghetto rap tracks, I come for that

I'm going way back like Just-Ice with a handmade hat (Yeah)

On this Redman track, I'm laying back

Everything is in order, Muddy Waters, I'm playing that

"Whatever Man," that's hot like cooking ware

You want the raw hip-hop?

[Chorus: Redman & KRS-One]

I walk up in the club like looka here

Snapback, chain on like looka here (Oh)

I'm hip-hop 'til I die like looka here

Women showing they titty for me like looka here

Turn the lights out (Bo, bo, bo, bo, bo)

Now turn 'em on (Oh)

Everybody that get it lit like looka here

The streets love me and I'm back like looka here

I'm hip-hop 'til I die (Word), looka here