Look At Me Lyrics - E-40

e-40] beyotch! 

Whas happenin, whas happenin? 

You got to love this yere nigguh 

My boys, my hot boys 

Juve and? 

Bout to lace this game nigga 

Do 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 bitches 

Stealin niggaz cars to tv's in expeditions 

Thuggin is how i play it everyday all day 

I keep it all the way real i can't see it no other way 

I represent mines, hot boys 

Slip up my whole click rides, get shot boy 

That's how it go; we straight do or die 

- we checkmate holdin niggaz 

Then come where yo' momma lay down and kick in the do' nigga 

(juvenile! juvenile! juvenile!) 

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[juvenile] 

Let's get this shit cracklin 

My probation officer's gonna know what happened 

Stay out the way i'm h-o-t and bout that action 

Hooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin, camouflage fashion 

I'm all about that luxury (luxury) - i'm also bout 

Puttin 50 in yo' head boy if you thinkin bout fuckin me 

I'ma be here fo' a minute (what else?) you gotta respect it (uh-huh) 

There's 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) 

I'm like that! it's like that! what? 

I'm like that! it's like that! (look at me) 

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[e-40] 

Charlie hustle on it in the fast lane, drivin slow 

With a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe 

Squattin four times ga-uh gold zenith wides and vogues 

Bout snuffin down, right next to me, is the call from the frogs 

Uhh - sound system on bloo-blam-blam 

Puffin on the doobie almost grubbed, dang it burnt in my lap 

Smokin trees with the window up (windows up) 

Traffic backed up, middle finger up 

I don't associate or surround myself with c.i.'s 

Confidential informants snitches affadavits stool pigeons 

Marks simple simon sucker sap simps i be kickin it real tough 

With the, p.i.'s, hustlers, tycoons 

Gangsters killers that might not even look like 

With trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of benzes 

Player type individuals, thugged out times a thousand 

Those nigguh-ish niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires 

New millenium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs 

House parties strip joints gamblin shacks and hole in the wall clubs 

[e-40] beyotch! 

Chorus 

[baby] 

Man, it's like neighborhood shit with a gangster bitch 

So get yo' paper straight nigga and go and buy some shit 

Tv's inside when i ride bitch 

And i'ma hide these hoes behind limo tints 

Fulfill my dreams i'm a rich bitch 

And when i hit yo' hood i'ma blind a bitch 

Shine, tape sellin got me buyin shit 

Dyin? gon' be here past ninety-nine, slick 

Rewind, these hoes back to time slick 

So nigga slap that bitch, bat that batch 

Kick her in the ass and tell that hoe hot boy in this bitch 

So nigga fuck that bitch, tell her suck yo' dick 

[lil' wayne] 

Now, now 

Here come the youngest, wayne, you can call me weezy 

Flyin up the interstate in a lamborghini 

Police right behind me, i'm drivin too fast 

I pull over on the grass, they want my autograph 

I flipped off ki's, i get my g's 

I spit my 3's if you twist my cheese 

I'm duckin white sheets and i avoid the feds 

If you think that you can stop us - boi go auhead 

Chorus 

[e-40] beyotch! 

[juvenile] 

E-feezy and the hb's in this motherfucker man (the hot boys) 

Juvenile (bosco) you heard about me 

The b.g. (uh-huh) the number one stun'na (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 it 

It's off the heezy 

Uhh, uhh (what, beyotch!)