E-40, Lil Wayne, Juvenile, B.G., Birdman - Look At Me lyrics

Bitch! Whas happenin, whas happenin?
You got to love this yere nigga
My boys, my Hot Boys juve and Jeezy
Bout to lace this game nigga
Do it the way we do
It with E-4-0 Charlie Hustle

Look, I went from rags to riches
Stank hoes to bad bitches
Stealin' niggas cars to TV's in Expeditions
Thuggin' is how I play it every day 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 ho niggas
Then come where yo' momma lay down
And kick in the do' nigga
(Juvenile! Juvenile! 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'mma be here fo' a minute
(What else?) , you gotta respect it (Uh, huh)
There's a lot of niggas out here
Gettin' killed to accept it! (Bitch)

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)
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 loaded in the fast lane
Drivin' slow with a case of tall cans and
Some broccoli and a bad-ass ho
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 CI's
Confidential Informants snitches affidavit's
Stool pigeons
Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps I
Be kickin' it real tough
With the, PI'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 nigga-ish niggaroles
Lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium wars high rollers
Real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip joints
Gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs
(Bitch)

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)
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)

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'mma hide these hoes behind limo tints
Fulfill my dreams I'm a rich bitch
And when I hit yo' hood I'mma 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
Ho Hot Boy in this bitch
So nigga fuck that bitch
Tell her suck yo' dick

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
Boy go ahead (Bitch)

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)
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, bitch)

E-Feezy and the HB's in this motherfucker man
(The Hot Boys)
Juvenile (Bosco) you heard about me the BG
(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, bitch)