Beotch!
Whas happenin', whas happenin'?
You got to love this yere nigguh
My boys, my Hot Boys
Juve and them
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 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' 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 f*ckin' me
I'ma 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
Beotch!
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 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
Uh 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 affadavits 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 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
Beotch!
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'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 f*ck 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 boi go auhead
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!)
Beotch!
E-Feezy and the HB's in this motherf*cker 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
Uh, uh (what!, Beotch!)
E-40 Juvenile BG Lil Wayne and Baby - Look at Me Lyrics
E-40 Juvenile BG Lil Wayne and Baby - Look at Me Lyrics
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Beotch!
Whas happenin', whas happenin'?
You got to love this yere nigguh
My boys, my Hot Boys
Juve and them
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 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' 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 f*ckin' me
I'ma 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
Beotch!
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 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
Uh 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 affadavits 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 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
Beotch!
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'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 f*ck 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 boi go auhead
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!)
Beotch!
E-Feezy and the HB's in this motherf*cker 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
Uh, uh (what!, Beotch!)
Whas happenin', whas happenin'?
You got to love this yere nigguh
My boys, my Hot Boys
Juve and them
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 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' 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 f*ckin' me
I'ma 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
Beotch!
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 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
Uh 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 affadavits 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 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
Beotch!
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'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 f*ck 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 boi go auhead
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!)
Beotch!
E-Feezy and the HB's in this motherf*cker 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
Uh, uh (what!, Beotch!)
Writer: CHRISTOPHER DORSEY, D CARTER, J COOLEY, C DORSEY, T GREY, B KANTE, R OLIVER, B WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes