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Album: Miscellaneous (2009)
Artists: C-Block

Song: Looking To The Sky
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Miscellaneous
Looking To The Sky
{Chorus: Goldie}
I�m looking to the sky, looking to the sky (I�m looking to the sky) {x4}

{Red Dogg}
CBK sliding with th gangsta lead. I�m jonzin for the mic so call me Rap friend.
I�m clean like a new coupe, sitting on chrome so either drop bomb Rap on.
So take your punk ass back home. Cuz shady Rap�s like a raggady car.
It ain�t up to par you can�t ride too far. Now R.E.D is droppin real as can be.
And I�m only loving God & my block family.

{Mr.P}
I�m coming off in the 9� series. So sucka�s wanna hear me the layed back track�s.
One time so they can fear me C.B.K. On the tone of another level I�m digging.
Deep in the dirt so I bring my shavel. Cause I�m setting then up as I kick my stuff.
Buffed up lyric�s on the top of the charts. They make me bust not enough funky stuff. In the cut I want my piece, make them slide to the east. As the pain decease.

{Bridge: Goldie}
My pain is steady running through my brain, while the evils of this world keep callin out my name. Now I�m down on my knees, as a tear drops my eye.
For the homie�s who ain�t livin, as I look to the sky

{Chorus}

{Red Dogg}
I�m C-Blockin chin checkin. Fake nucka wreckin cus Reds on top.
So picture me in that direction, rollin. Foldin G�s now my pockets, swollen.
If the sun catch you creepin, on my back door, I�m holdin.
I�m handlin my bid-ness did my time now I�m in this Rap game, like a burnin flame.
Won�t stop til I win this, you can call me lucky. Dem bitches tried to buck me.
Livin life on a wire, till the power struck me.

{Mr.P}
Break it down, now as I funk shot up. Mr.P strivin hard to make you shake your rump. Bust the mode, we check down low, we give control.
The Hip Hop the Hop Hip�s the Hit�s & the soul, Yo! So check out the flavor.
That I gotta release, check the heat. From the beats that come of the street.
Now you know that we come from a distance. Now we locked & now we coped.
And now we twisted.

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