歌曲 | Look At Me |
歌手 | E-40 |
歌手 | Juvenile |
歌手 | BG |
歌手 | Lil' Wayne & Baby |
专辑 | Charlie Hustle: Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[e-40] beyotch! | |
Whas happenin, whas happenin? | |
You got to love this yere nigguh | |
My boys, my hot boys | |
Juve and ?? | |
Bout to lace this game nigga | |
Do it the way we do it with e-4-0 charlie hustle | |
[b.g.] | |
Look, i went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches | |
Stealin niggaz 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 niggaz | |
Then come where yo' momma lay down and kick in the do' nigga | |
(juvenile! 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 ****in me | |
I'ma be here fo' a minute (what else?) you gotta respect it (uh-huh) | |
There's a lot of niggaz out here gettin killed to accept it | |
[e-40] beyotch! | |
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) | |
[e-40] | |
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 associate 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 niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires | |
New millenium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs | |
House parties strip joints gamblin shacks and hole in the wall clubs | |
[e-40] beyotch! | |
Chorus | |
[baby] | |
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'ma hide these hoes behind limo tints | |
Fulfill my dreams i'm a rich bitch | |
And when i hit yo' hood i'ma 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 hoe hot boy in this bitch | |
So nigga **** that bitch, 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 | |
Chorus | |
[e-40] beyotch! | |
[juvenile] | |
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 nigga, you gotta respect it | |
It's off the heezy | |
Uhh, uhh (what, beyotch!) |
e40 beyotch! | |
Whas happenin, whas happenin? | |
You got to love this yere nigguh | |
My boys, my hot boys | |
Juve and ?? | |
Bout to lace this game nigga | |
Do it the way we do it with e40 charlie hustle | |
b. g. | |
Look, i went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches | |
Stealin niggaz 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 niggaz | |
Then come where yo' momma lay down and kick in the do' nigga | |
juvenile! juvenile! juvenile! | |
juvenile | |
Let' s get this shit cracklin | |
My probation officer' s gonna know what happened | |
Stay out the way i' m hot and bout that action | |
Hooded up with dem slugs and facemaskin, 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 uhhuh | |
There' s a lot of niggaz out here gettin killed to accept it | |
e40 beyotch! | |
Chorus: e40 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 | |
e40 | |
Charlie hustle on it in the fast lane, drivin slow | |
With a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a badass hoe | |
Squattin four times gauh gold zenith wides and vogues | |
Bout snuffin down, right next to me, is the call from the frogs | |
Uhh sound system on blooblamblam | |
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 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 nigguhish niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires | |
New millenium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs | |
House parties strip joints gamblin shacks and hole in the wall clubs | |
e40 beyotch! | |
Chorus | |
baby | |
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' ma hide these hoes behind limo tints | |
Fulfill my dreams i' m a rich bitch | |
And when i hit yo' hood i' ma blind a bitch | |
Shine, tape sellin got me buyin shit | |
Dyin? gon' be here past ninetynine, slick | |
Rewind, these hoes back to time slick | |
So nigga slap that bitch, bat that batch | |
Kick her in the ass and tell that hoe hot boy in this bitch | |
So nigga that bitch, 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 | |
Chorus | |
e40 beyotch! | |
juvenile | |
Efeezy and the hb' s in this mother er man the hot boys | |
Juvenile bosco you heard about me | |
The b. g. uhhuh the number one stun' na uhhuh, uhhuh | |
Baby thirtytwo gold ya heard me? | |
The bay area, and the upt uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh | |
We connected nigga, you gotta respect it | |
It' s off the heezy | |
Uhh, uhh what, beyotch! |
e40 beyotch! | |
Whas happenin, whas happenin? | |
You got to love this yere nigguh | |
My boys, my hot boys | |
Juve and ?? | |
Bout to lace this game nigga | |
Do it the way we do it with e40 charlie hustle | |
b. g. | |
Look, i went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches | |
Stealin niggaz 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 niggaz | |
Then come where yo' momma lay down and kick in the do' nigga | |
juvenile! juvenile! juvenile! | |
juvenile | |
Let' s get this shit cracklin | |
My probation officer' s gonna know what happened | |
Stay out the way i' m hot and bout that action | |
Hooded up with dem slugs and facemaskin, 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 uhhuh | |
There' s a lot of niggaz out here gettin killed to accept it | |
e40 beyotch! | |
Chorus: e40 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 | |
e40 | |
Charlie hustle on it in the fast lane, drivin slow | |
With a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a badass hoe | |
Squattin four times gauh gold zenith wides and vogues | |
Bout snuffin down, right next to me, is the call from the frogs | |
Uhh sound system on blooblamblam | |
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 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 nigguhish niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires | |
New millenium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs | |
House parties strip joints gamblin shacks and hole in the wall clubs | |
e40 beyotch! | |
Chorus | |
baby | |
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' ma hide these hoes behind limo tints | |
Fulfill my dreams i' m a rich bitch | |
And when i hit yo' hood i' ma blind a bitch | |
Shine, tape sellin got me buyin shit | |
Dyin? gon' be here past ninetynine, slick | |
Rewind, these hoes back to time slick | |
So nigga slap that bitch, bat that batch | |
Kick her in the ass and tell that hoe hot boy in this bitch | |
So nigga that bitch, 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 | |
Chorus | |
e40 beyotch! | |
juvenile | |
Efeezy and the hb' s in this mother er man the hot boys | |
Juvenile bosco you heard about me | |
The b. g. uhhuh the number one stun' na uhhuh, uhhuh | |
Baby thirtytwo gold ya heard me? | |
The bay area, and the upt uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh | |
We connected nigga, you gotta respect it | |
It' s off the heezy | |
Uhh, uhh what, beyotch! |