Look At Me (Explicit)

Look at Me(feat. Lil Wayne, Baby, Juvenile & B.G.) (Explicit) - E-40/B.G./Juvenile/Lil Wayne (李爾·韋恩)/Baby

Whats happen in Whats happen in

You got to love this year nigh

My boys my hot boys

Jove and

Bout to lace this game niggle

Do it the way we do it with E40 charlie hustle

Look I went from rags to riches stank h**s to bad b**ches

Steal in niggard cars to TV's in expeditions

Thug gin 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 hold in niggard

Then come where yo' mom ma lay down and kick in the do' niggle

Juvenile juvenile juvenile

Let's get this sh*t crackling

My probation officer's gonna know what happened

Stay out the way I'm H O T and bout that action

Hooded up with dam slugs and face masking camouflage fashion

I'm all about that luxury luxury I'm also bout

Putt in 50 in yo' head boy if you thinking bout f**kin me

I'm a be here foe a minute what else you gotta respect it uh huh

There's a lot of niggard out here getting killed to accept it

Blotchy

Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie look at me

Squatting 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

Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie look at me

Squatting twenty inch twinkles look at me

I'm like that it's like that what

I'm like that it's like that look at me

Charlie hustle on it in the fast lane driving slow

With a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad a** h**

Squatting four times Ga uh gold zenith widen and vogues

Bout stuffing down right next to me is the call from the frogs

Huh sound system on bloom balm balm

Puffin on the Bobbie almost grubbed dang it burnt in my lap

Smoking 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 affidavits stool pigeons

Marks simple Simon sucker sap chimps I be kick in 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 balers all kind of benzene

Player type individuals thuggish out times a thousand

Those nigh is niggards lieutenants bosses billionaires

New millennium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs

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

Blotchy

Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie look at me

Squatting twenty inch twinkles look at me

I'm like that it's like that what

I'm like that it's like that look at me

Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie look at me

Squatting twenty inch twinkles look at me

I'm like that it's like that what

I'm like that it's like that look at me

Man it's like neighborhood sh*t with a gangster b**ch

So get yo' paper straight niggle and go and buy some sh*t

TV's inside when I ride b**ch

And I'm a hide these h**s behind limo tints

Fulfill my dreams I'm a rich b**ch

And when I hit yo' hood I'm a blind a b**ch

Shine tape sell in got me Bunin sh*t

Din gone be here past ninety nine slick

Rewind these h**s back to time slick

So niggle slap that b**ch bat that batch

Kick her in the a** and tell that h** hot boy in this b**ch

So niggle f**k that b**ch tell her suck yo' dick

Now now

Here come the youngest wane you can call me weedy

Flying up the interstate in a Lamborghini

Police right behind me I'm driving too fast

I pull over on the grass they want my autograph

I flipped off kiss I get my gas

I spit my 3's if you twist my cheese

I'm duck in white sheets and I avoid the feds

If you think that you can stop us bio go ahead

Blotchy

Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie look at me

Squatting twenty inch twinkles look at me

I'm like that it's like that what

I'm like that it's like that look at me

Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie look at me

Squatting twenty inch twinkles look at me

I'm like that it's like that what

I'm like that it's like that look at me

E wheezy and the he's in this motherf**ker man the hot boys

Juvenile Bosch you heard about me

The B G uh huh the number one stuntman uh huh uh huh

Baby thirty two gold ya heard me

The bay area and the U P G uh huh uh huh uh huh

We connected niggle you gotta respect it

It's off the wheezily

Huh Huh what Blotchy