Look At Me lyrics

by

Fat Joe


[Intro: Birdman]
b*tch!
Whas happenin, whas happenin?
You got to love this yere n*gga
My boys, my Hot Boys
Juve and Jeezy
Bout to lace this game n*gga
Do it the way we do it with E-4-0 Charlie Hustle

[Verse 1: B.G. & Juvenile]
Look, I went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad b*tches
Stealin' n*ggas 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 n*ggas
Then come where yo' momma lay down and kick in the do' n*gga
(Juvenile! Juvenile! Juvenile!)

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Let's get this sh*t 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 f*ckin' me
I'mma be here fo' a minute (What else?), you gotta respect it (Uh-huh)
There's a lot of n*ggas out here gettin' killed to accept it! (b*tch!)
[Chorus: E-40 & Hot Boys]
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!)

[Verse 3: E-40]
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 C.I.'s
Confidential Informants snitches affidavits 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 n*gga-ish n*ggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip joints gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs (b*tch!)
[Chorus: E-40 & Hot Boys]
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!)

[Verse 4: Birdman]
Man, it's like neighborhood sh*t with a gangster b*tch
So get yo' paper straight n*gga and go and buy some sh*t
TV's inside when I ride b*tch
And I'mma hide these hoes behind limo tints
Fulfill my dreams I'm a rich b*tch
And when I hit yo' hood I'mma blind a b*tch
Shine, tape sellin' got me buyin' sh*t
Dyin'? Gon' be here past ninety-nine, slick
Rewind, these hoes back to time slick
So n*gga slap that b*tch, bat that batch
Kick her in the ass and tell that ho Hot Boy in this b*tch
So n*gga f*ck that b*tch, tell her suck yo' di*k

[Verse 5: 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, boy go ahead (b*tch!)
[Chorus: E-40 & Hot Boys]
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, b*tch!)

[Outro: Juvenile]
E-Feezy and the HB's in this motherf*cker 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 n*gga, you gotta respect it
It's off the heezy
Uhh, uhh (What, b*tch!)
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