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E-40 : Look At Me lyrics

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E-40 lyrics : "Look At Me"

(feat. Lil Wayne, Baby, Juvenile, B.G.)

Whas happenin, whas happenin?
You got to love this yere nigguh
My boys, my Hot Boys

Juve and ??
Bout to lace this game ^!$$%
Do it the way we do it with E-4-0 Charlie Hustle

Look, I went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad (*##$es

Stealin ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z

Then come where yo' momma lay down and kick in the do' ^!$$%
(Juvenile! Juvenile! Juvenile!)

Let's get this %#@! 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 $#&@in me
I'ma be here fo' a minute (what else?) you gotta respect it (uh-huh)
There's a lot of ^!$$%z out here gettin killed to accept it


[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)

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 $$#ociate 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 ^!$$%roles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millenium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs

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



Man, it's like neighborhood %#@! with a gangster (*##$
So get yo' paper straight ^!$$% and go and buy some %#@!

TV's inside when I ride (*##$
And I'ma hide these hoes behind limo tints
Fulfill my dreams I'm a rich (*##$

And when I hit yo' hood I'ma blind a (*##$
Shine, tape sellin got me buyin %#@!
Dyin? Gon' be here past ninety-nine, slick

Rewind, these hoes back to time slick
So ^!$$% slap that (*##$, bat that batch
Kick her in the $$# and tell that hoe Hot Boy in this (*##$

So ^!$$% $#&@ that (*##$, 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



E-Feezy and the HB's in this mother$#&@er 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 ^!$$%, you gotta respect it
It's off the heezy
Uhh, uhh (what, BEYOTCH!)

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