What You See Lyrics - Goodie Mob

[Chorus - Melanie "Melbo" Smith & Goodie Mob] 

What you see aint always what you get 

Dont let this shit fool you 

We just some black man hustlin to 

Tryna get through 

What you see aint always what you get 

Dont let this shit fool you 

Im on the grind tryna get mine too 

Just like you 

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[Big Gipp] 

Big Gipp understand this, king of the A-list 

Cocker Spaniel poker, lonely girl stroker 

You the first lady and Im the first string chauffeur 

Met you at a nightclub VIP sofa 

You caught my eye, youre so fly, your smile 

Your dress and your diamond chip choker 

It really feels good to know ya, sip mimosa 

It might bring us closer if ya left me right now 

Hurts like I know sir 

[Chorus] 

What you see aint always what you get 

Dont let this shit fool you 

We just some black man hustlin to 

Tryna get through 

What you see aint always what you get 

Dont let this shit fool you 

Im on the grind tryna get mine too 

Just like you 

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[Khujo] 

The one I want to make it look like Im a big baller 

Yes yallin, Boss Hoggin 

But what you see aint always whatcha get 

A black man hustlin, grindin, findin 

His way through the darkness 

Regardless of circumstances situations facin 

Just like you I got bills to pay too 

They can give a damn bout who I rap with 

Whats your crew been through? 

Groupies, gold diggers 

Stop a shorty I respect your gangsta 

[Chorus] 

What you see aint always what you get 

Dont let this shit fool you 

We just some black man hustlin to 

Tryna get through 

What you see aint always what you get 

Dont let this shit fool you 

Im on the grind tryna get mine too 

Just like you 

[Witchdoctor] 

(Wait til they get a load of me) 

Where my brim? Where my hoes? Where my clothes? 

Where my pointy toes? Where my forty-four? 

Where my blow? Where the dough? Where the club at? 

Thats where the thugs at, where the love at? 

Where the green? Where the fruity? 

Come here girl, let me wild out on you booty 

Hey where the hook up? Time to cook up 

Never put the good book up 

Where God? He right in the heart 

Play some spades, where my cards? 

[Chorus] 

What you see aint always what you get 

Dont let this shit fool you 

We just some black man hustlin to 

Tryna get through 

What you see aint always what you get 

Dont let this shit fool you 

Im on the grind tryna get mine too 

Just like you 

[T-Mo] 

I hate pretty boy raps 

But I love getting love in my lap, shootin big craps 

Life is just a gamble 

Like a double platinum album of the fireplace mantle 

Sexy women capture my attention (hey shorty) 

But I dig fly conversation 

Solid occupations, ladies that wear business suits 

Independent like Beyonc, world renowned like Janet 

That cause us all to pay attention 

Because we see em on the TV 

And we hear em on the radio waves 

Slave to the street, hustle cause I got to eat 

Muscle my way through Peachtree City 

Pity the fool that disrespect my queens 

Get it how she get it 

Puttin food on the table, DVD players with cable 

Corinthian leather sofas, Persian rugs 

Range Rovers, four leaf clovers that smell like blueberry dosha 

[Chorus] 

What you see aint always what you get 

Dont let this shit fool you 

We just some black man hustlin to 

Tryna get through 

What you see aint always what you get 

Dont let this shit fool you 

Im on the grind tryna get mine too 

Just like you 

What you see aint always what you get 

Dont let this shit fool you 

We just some black man hustlin to 

Tryna get through 

What you see aint always what you get 

Dont let this shit fool you 

Im on the grind tryna get mine too 

Just like you