Look At Me Now (feat. Lil Wayne & Busta Rhymes) - Chris Brown

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 fuckin 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 fuck 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 motherfucker 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!)

You took it all from me You took it all, I nearly lost myself You took reality You turned my head into your wishing well Every lie you told to bring me down Every time you filled my heart with doubt Turned my mind into a haunted house Now I'm letting all my demons out Look at me now, look at me now I'll be burning up your gaslight Watch me as the flames go high Look at me now (ooh-ooh-ooh) Look at me now (ooh-ooh-ooh) I'll be burning up your gaslight Doing every wrong so right You took it all from me, uh You took it all, but now I've found myself Thought you got the best of me I put your tricks under my sleeve How does it feel when someone else is playing dirty Every lie you told to bring me down Every time you filled my heart with doubt Turned my mind into a haunted house Now I'm letting all my demons out Look at me now (ooh-ooh-ooh) Look at me now (ooh-ooh-ooh) I'll be burning up your gaslight Watch me as the flames go high Look at me now (ooh-ooh-ooh) Look at me now (ooh-ooh-ooh) I'll be burning up your gaslight Doing every wrong so right Look at me now All eyes, all eyes, all eyes on me (ooh-ooh-ooh) Look at me now All eyes, all eyes, all eyes on me (ooh-ooh-ooh) Look at me now All eyes, all eyes, all eyes on me (ooh-ooh-ooh) Look at me now (ooh-ooh-ooh) Look at me now (ooh-ooh-ooh) Tell me, are you satisfied? Do you ever believe your lies? You're gonna go down soon enough Tell me are you satisfied Do you ever believe your lies? You're gonna go down soon enough Look at me now (ooh-ooh-ooh) Look at me now (ooh-ooh-ooh) I'll be burning up your gaslight Watch me as the flames go high Look at me now (ooh-ooh-ooh) Look at me now (ooh-ooh-ooh) I'll be burning up your gaslight Doing every wrong so right Look at me now (ooh-ooh-ooh) All eyes, all eyes, all eyes on me Look at me now All eyes, all eyes, all eyes on me Look at me now All eyes, all eyes, all eyes on me I'll be burning up your gaslight Watch me as the flames go high Look at me now

Woo, welcome to the bank Where you deposit Young Money and you get Cash Money I'm Tunechi, the Boss And live from the vault is Busta Buss Swag mania, pop that goes most Carry the most beautiful bitches With us, happily toast Keep the faculty close Gross when we give them a dose Got them ODing, leaning in each coast Scenery froze, take notes, Rock Rolls Diamonds that fit in Chanel Minks in the winter Who fucking with us We coming to give them the shivers Watery flows, spilling like rivers Flooding the street, hoping niggas swimming is moving gorillas King Kongs, Godzillas when we roll up Seat filling niggas, get up when we show up Please don't throw up Hold your liquor, grow up If you robbing niggas We going to show you how to blow up Thank your lucky stars It's the Rap Czar, tuck your shit in My niggas bite like Rin Tin Tin, my chagrin You never win, model thin, walking crack in your shin She gives in every time that I spin Square up, bow down to the kings of the hall We wade on, talk shit while we ball So what's cracking with y'all Native New Yorker And the slick talker featured in order Call the reporter Stepping like the British walkers Legendary swag flu and see the influence, see how we do it Get them into it steadily God, I'm stupid, so undisputed Act fool, back tool, until they pop off Police crowd up the street, blocking them off, locking them off Got these niggas wilding while I signal my soldiers Bossing it up, maintaining composure, stand on the sofa Thirty bottles, twenty waitresses, bring them over See how we light up shit, nigga, call the promoter And tell that nigga bring the bag, better hurry up with it And count the money up proper, cause you can GET IT Yeah It feel good, don't it, uh It feel good, don't it, uh Ay, I want to let y'all know, ay ay I want to let y'all know, this Yeezy And you listening to Q-Tip Settle up, stiletto up, saddle up and let's go Good times, only difference, niggas making your dough Chatter is up, peep the way we batter it up On top of the mountain, folding the ladder up You dead and done rip up your paper, cause your status is none Transfixed on the strengths of the page, whether chopper or gauge You're just a single, cause you wouldn't engage You turnt up with the script on the cup, you keep the goblets with us See how we push sometimes a man fi get kuff, beat him the head Boop-be-de-de-boff, zippity-boof Beat him in the head again, "stop killing me, Wolf", whop Beat a nigga till he drop, piggity-poof Oxy in me pulse He don't want no problem with niggas Fuck it, let's get to drinking, poison our livers Dammit, we sinners when me and Abstract are together, see we deliver She got me touching it, fucking on all my fingers, dammit, we winners Pillar of this rap shit, homie, they know Kill everything until it's time for me to go That's when I bomb it with a blow And then I black and get a little bit dummy The microphone is bleeding, you should take it from me Incredibly we do it, and it resonates the music I tune it, YouTube it, it could never ever be refuted It's gnarly for niggas and naughty for ninas Bitches and ballerinas Ballers and in-betweeners Blatant non-believers and over-achievers Kicking it in Pele Adidas Drinking gallons and liters All of you must reconcile a leader She's begging to eat us, and her man's attitude defeated But never a scandal Because me and Bus we're prone to handle it, we're gentlemen Not to mention, we're veterans Second, he need some medicine Before I black as he get off my premises Better fly, you pelican, idiot ass niggas But then again, you need a suit for your funeral measurements See me doing it effortless It's never getting no better than this Giving your shit to convince a better preference Watch me turn them to skeletons See how I come and bring out the betterness Time is with it and I rep the foreverness Flying, United Emirates, sized private plane, that kind of etiquette Purchasing diamonds, handle them delicate Now you need you a better ref You could peep us regulating, see we all in this bitch like we ain't never left I want to thank you Heavenly Father For shining your light on me I want to thank you Heavenly Father For shining your light on me I know it couldn't have happened without you Ooo-ooh without you-ooooooohhh Without you-ohh Without you