Look At Me (Explicit)

作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman

作詞 : Frederick J. Tipton

I'm the kind of man that recognize talent

And when I find it, I put it to work

Came through in a clean SS

Bucket seats with the beam on the TEC

Got a thing, Wu-Tang, protect your neck, b*tch

Hahaha, ha, take a look at me, b*tch, yeah

Take a look at me, ho

Came through in a Benz S6

Drippin' water, neck and wrist reckless

Ho was trippin', that was one less b*tch, ho

Yeah, hahaha, take a look at me, b*tch

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Take a look at me, ho)

Look at me, motherf*cker, look at me (Yeah)

And my b*tch got her tax check back

She gon' put a real n*gga back on his feet (Yeah)

Used to ride in the clean A3

With the wood and the Louis Vs on my seat (Yeah)

Motherf*ck what you heard, when I ride in the dirt

Make a ho clean off her feet (Yeah)

Tell a b*tch, "What you looking at?"

Soda with the c*caine, now I'm cookin' that

If that sh*t ain't locked up then we took it back

N*ggas stretch it and press it, we pushin' that

When I stop selling crack, I ain't lookin' back

Yeah, b*tch, I ain't lookin' back

Yeah, damn

Came through in a new Porsche speed

Too much coke'll make a b*tch nose bleed

To the floor seats from the nosebleeds, b*tch, yeah

Take a look at me b*tch, yeah

Take a look at me, ho, ha

Came through in a new Porsche speed

Too much coke'll make a b*tch nose bleed

To the floor seats from the nosebleeds, b*tch, yeah

Take a look at me b*tch, yeah

Take a look at me, ho

(Yeah)

(Look at me, motherf*ckers, look at me, yeah)

(Look at me, motherf*ckers, look at me, yeah)

You luck you got away with just a scratch, sucker

What you got the other night was just the smoke

The fire is yet to come

Got to run him out of the neighborhood

What you'll get is nothing but a whole lot of trouble

You better be careful when you talk about shedding blood in this community