E-40 - Look At Me Lyrics
[e-40] beyotch!Whas happenin, whas happenin?You got to love this yere nigguhMy boys, my hot boysJuve and ? ?Bout to lace this game niggaDo it the way we do it with e-4-0 charlie hustle[b.g.]Look, I went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad *****esStealin niggaz cars to tvs in expeditionsThuggin is how I play it everyday all dayI keep it all the way real I cant see it no other wayI represent mines, hot boysSlip up my whole click rides, get shot boyThats how it go; we straight do or die - we checkmate holdin niggazThen come where yo momma lay down and kick in the do nigga(juvenile! juvenile! juvenile!)[juvenile]Lets get this shit cracklinMy probation officers gonna know what happenedStay out the way Im h-o-t and bout that actionHooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin, camouflage fashionIm all about that luxury (luxury) - Im also boutPuttin 50 in yo head boy if you thinkin bout *****in meIma be here fo a minute (what else? ) you gotta respect it (uh-huh)Theres a lot of niggaz out here gettin killed to accept it[e-40] beyotch!Chorus: e-40 and hot boys (repeat 2x)Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me)Squattin twenty inch twinkies (look at me)Im like that! its like that! what?Im like that! its like that! (look at me)[e-40]Charlie hustle on it in the fast lane, drivin slowWith a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoeSquattin four times ga-uh gold zenith wides and voguesBout snuffin down, right next to me, is the call from the frogsUhh - sound system on bloo-blam-blamPuffin on the doobie almost grubbed, dang it burnt in my lapSmokin trees with the window up (windows up)Traffic backed up, middle finger upI dont associate or surround myself with c.i.sConfidential informants snitches affadavits stool pigeonsMarks simple simon sucker sap simps I be kickin it real toughWith the, p.i.s, hustlers, tycoonsGangsters killers that might not even look likeWith trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of benzesPlayer type individuals, thugged out times a thousandThose nigguh-ish niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionairesNew millenium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugsHouse parties strip joints gamblin shacks and hole in the wall clubs[e-40] beyotch!Chorus[baby]Man, its like neighborhood shit with a gangster *****So get yo paper straight nigga and go and buy some shitTvs inside when I ride *****And ima hide these hoes behind limo tintsFulfill my dreams Im a rich *****And when I hit yo hood ima blind a *****Shine, tape sellin got me buyin shitDyin? gon be here past ninety-nine, slickRewind, these hoes back to time slickSo nigga slap that *****, bat that batchKick her in the ass and tell that hoe hot boy in this *****So nigga ***** that *****, tell her suck yo dick[lil wayne]Now, nowHere come the youngest, wayne, you can call me weezyFlyin up the interstate in a lamborghiniPolice right behind me, Im drivin too fastI pull over on the grass, they want my autographI flipped off kis, I get my gsI spit my 3s if you twist my cheeseIm duckin white sheets and I avoid the fedsIf you think that you can stop us - boi go auheadChorus[e-40] beyotch![juvenile]E-feezy and the hbs in this mother*****er man (the hot boys)Juvenile (bosco) you heard about meThe b.g. (uh-huh) the number one stunna (uh-huh, uh-huh)Baby thirty-two gold ya heard me?The bay area, and the u-p-t (uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh)We connected nigga, you gotta respect itIts off the heezyUhh, uhh (what, beyotch!)
