E-40 is a self-proclaimed "O.G." in the rap game and has been around since the early days and has an old school following from his G-Funk days. His group "The Click" consists of his brother, cousin and his sister; D-shot, B-legit, & Suga-T. His other brother Mugzi (aka Young Mugzi) has a group called the Mossie, consisting of himself, Kaveo, and Tap Dat Azz. E-40 also brought his nephew into the rap game, and is a well known bay area artists named "Turf Talk". His son "Droop-E" is now a Bay Area hyphy producer and makes uptempo beats packed with major 808 kick samples. All these rappers and many more are under his established independent label; Sic Wid It records.
His nicknames include TKA (Tycoon Known As) Charlie Hustle, E-Bonics, 40 Fonzarelli, The Ambassador of the Bay, The Ballatician, 40 Belafonte, E-Pheezy, Fortywata (40water), E-4-0 (E-Four-Oh), Mr. Flamboyant, and Earl "Poppin' His Collar" Stevens.
ENTREPRENEUR
In addition to record sales E-40 has ventured into other business opportunities. Along with former NFL player Chester McGlockton, E-40 has opened a Fatburger franchise in Pleasant Hill, California. E-40 recently authored the book, E-40's Book of Slang to be published by Warner Books. He also has his own line of liquor called Cloud 9, and he opened the now-defunct Ambassador's Lounge, a nightclub in Downtown San Jose.[13]. On Nov 16th, 2007 it was announced that Stevens, signed a franchise agreement with Wingstop Restaurants, Inc. and will open one in Southampton shopping center located in Benicia, California. "I was introduced to Wingstop in Dallas and as soon as I tasted the wings I was hooked. I love the food," said Stevens. "I chose to open in the Bay Area because this is the soil where I was born and raised, and I still live here to this day. People here are going to love these things." In late 2007, E-40 announced a new line of energy drinks called "40 Water."
Look At Me
E-40 Lyrics
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What's happenin', what's happenin'?
You got to love this here, nigga
My boys, my Hot Boys
Juve' and Jeezy
'Bout to lace this game, nigga (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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' mama 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' fifty 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 niggas out here gettin' killed to accept it
Biatch
Freezer burn platinum on my pinky (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 pinky (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 ho
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 (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, affidavits, 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 Benz's
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
Biatch
Freezer burn platinum on my pinky (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 pinky (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 ho Hot Boy in this bitch
So nigga fuck that bitch, tell her suck yo' dick (now, now)
Here come the youngest (youngest), Wayne (Wayne), you can call me Weezy (Weezy)
Flyin' up the interstate in a Lamborghini ('ghini)
Police right behind me, I'm drivin' too fast (broom)
I pull over on the grass (skrrt), they want my autograph (why?)
I flipped off keys, I get my G's
I spit my three'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
Freezer burn platinum on my pinky (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 pinky (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)
Biatch
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 stunna (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, biatch)
(Hot, hot)
The song "Look at Me" by E-40 is a hip-hop song that portrays the rise of the rapper from a humble beginning. The lyrics of the song describe his transition from stealing cars to owning expeditions, and from hanging out with stank girls to living with beautiful women. The rapper continually emphasizes his street credibility and thug life with lyrics like "I keep it all the way real I can't see it no other way" and "Thuggin' is how I play it everyday all day." He also boasts of his success in the music industry, including platinum records and luxury cars. The inclusion of other rappers like Juvenile and Wayne shows a sense of camaraderie and brotherhood in the music industry. The song's title, sung repeatedly in the last two stanzas of every section, is a call to attention - an indication that the rapper knew his talent and everyone had to look at him.
The song incorporates different elements of hip-hop culture including slang, dress codes, and music styles. The slang and dressing styles used in the song were trendy among gangsters and hip-hop enthusiasts of the time. The use of explicit language in the song also forms part of the hip-hop culture. The song's instrumental also incorporates the "Golden Age of Hip-Hop" style that blends funk, soul, and jazz to produce a unique sound. E-40's use of exaggerated, rhythmically complex rhyming patterns and creative metaphors is also reflective of the hip-hop genre characteristic.
Line by Line Meaning
What's happenin', what's happenin'?
Just checking in to see what's going on
You got to love this here, nigga
You can't help but admire this
My boys, my Hot Boys
My crew, the Hot Boys
Juve' and Jeezy
Juvenile and Jeezy
'Bout to lace this game, nigga (uh-huh, uh-huh)
About to dominate this industry
Do it the way we do it with E-4-0 Charlie Hustle
Doing it with the same style as E-40, also known as Charlie Hustle
Look, I went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
I went from being poor to being wealthy, from being with unattractive women to being with beautiful women
Stealin' niggas cars to TV's in Expeditions
From car theft to having expensive vehicles with TVs inside
Thuggin' is how I play it everyday all day
I live a life of crime every day, all day
I keep it all the way real, I can't see it no other way
I always stay true to myself, I can't do it any other way
I represent mines, Hot Boys
I represent my crew, the Hot Boys
Slip up my whole click rides, get shot, boy
If you mess with my crew, we'll retaliate and someone will get shot
That's how it go, we straight do or die, we checkmate holdin' niggas
We live by the do or die mentality, we have the upper hand and control over others
Then come where yo' mama lay down and kick in the do' nigga
After that, we'll go to your mother's house and forcefully enter
Let's get this shit cracklin'
Let's get this situation or event started
My probation officer's gonna know what happened
My probation officer will find out what went down
Stay out the way I'm H-O-T and 'bout that action
Stay out of my way, I'm hot and ready for any kind of action
Hooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin', camouflage fashion
I'm wearing a hood and armed with bullets, covering my face with a mask, all in camo style
I'm all about that luxury (luxury) I'm also 'bout
I enjoy the finer things in life, but I'm also
Puttin' fifty in yo' head, boy, if you thinkin' 'bout fuckin' me
Willing to shoot you in the head if you mess with me
I'ma be here fo' a minute (what else?)
I'm going to be around for a while (what else can I say?)
You gotta respect it (uh-huh)
You need to show me some respect
There's a lot of niggas out here gettin' killed to accept it
Many people are losing their lives because they can't accept it
Freezer burn platinum on my pinky (look at me)
I have a platinum ring with a frosty appearance on my pinky finger
Squattin' twenty inch Twinkies (look at me)
I have large, twenty-inch rims on my car
Charlie Hustle on it in the fast lane, drivin' slow
I'm driving slow in the fast lane with E-40's signature style
With a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass ho
I have a case of beer and some marijuana, along with a very attractive woman
Squattin' four times ga-uh gold Zenith wides and vogues
I have four times oversized gold Zenith rims and wheels on my car
'Bout snuffin' down, right next to me, is the call from the frogs
I'm close to snuffing out my cigarette, and I can hear the sounds of frogs nearby
Uh, sound system on bloo-blam-blam
My sound system is thumping loudly
Puffin' on the doobie almost grubbed, dang it burnt in my lap (burnt in my lap)
I'm smoking marijuana and almost dropped it, but it burned on my lap
Smokin' trees with the window up (windows up)
I'm smoking marijuana with the car windows rolled up
Traffic backed up, middle finger up
There's heavy traffic and I'm expressing my frustration by raising my middle finger
I don't associate or surround myself with CI's
I don't have any association or spend time with confidential informants
Confidential informants, snitches, affidavits, stool pigeons
I don't trust or involve myself with people who provide information to the authorities, snitches, or spies
Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps I be kickin' it real tough
I don't tolerate naive, gullible, foolish people, I'm tough and straightforward with them
With the, PI's, hustlers, tycoons
I prefer to be around private investigators, hustlers, and successful businessmen
Gangsters killers that might not even look like
I associate with dangerous individuals who may not fit the typical gangster appearance
With trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benz's
These individuals have trophies displayed and own expensive cars like Mercedes-Benz
Player type individuals, thugged out times a thousand
I hang out with people who are smooth and confident, with a thousand times the typical thug attitude
Those nigga-ish niggaroles, lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
I spend time with Black people who have a certain demeanor, who are bosses and extremely wealthy
New millennium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs
We engage in conflicts and battles in this new era, with high-stakes gamblers who are as genuine as criminals and gangsters
House parties strip joints gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs
We attend parties at houses, strip clubs, shady gambling establishments, and small, hidden bars
Man, it's like neighborhood shit with a gangster bitch
It's like getting involved with some local drama, but with a tough woman by my side
So get yo' paper straight, nigga and go and buy some shit
Get your finances in order, and go spend some money on luxury items
TV's inside when I ride bitch
I have televisions in my car when I'm going for a drive
And I'ma hide these hoes behind limo tints
I'm going to keep these women hidden by using very dark car window tints
Fulfill my dreams, I'm a rich bitch
I'm achieving my dreams and becoming wealthy
And when I hit yo' hood, I'ma blind a bitch
When I enter your neighborhood, I'll show off my wealth and blind everyone with it
Shine, tape sellin' got me buyin' shit
My successful music sales allow me to purchase expensive items
Dyin'? Gon' be here past ninety-nine, slick
I won't die anytime soon, I'll be around for a long time
Rewind, these hoes back to time, slick
I'll take these women back in time, like they're from a different era
So nigga slap that bitch, bat that batch
Go ahead and physically abuse that woman, strike that group of women
Kick her in the ass and tell that ho Hot Boy in this bitch
Kick her out and proclaim that I'm the Hot Boy in charge here
So nigga fuck that bitch, tell her suck yo' dick (now, now)
Disregard that woman and demand oral sex from her right now
Here come the youngest (youngest), Wayne (Wayne), you can call me Weezy (Weezy)
Here comes the youngest member, Wayne, you can refer to me as Weezy
Flyin' up the interstate in a Lamborghini ('ghini)
Speeding along the highway in a Lamborghini
Police right behind me, I'm drivin' too fast (broom)
The police are chasing me because I'm driving too fast
I pull over on the grass (skrrt), they want my autograph (why?)
I pull over onto the grass, and they want my autograph (why are they after me?)
I flipped off keys, I get my G's
I dropped my car keys and retrieve them, I make a lot of money
I spit my three's if you twist my cheese
I'll shoot at you if you mess with my money
I'm duckin' white sheets and I avoid the Feds
I'm evading the attention of the KKK and federal law enforcement
If you think that you can stop us, boy go ahead
If you believe you can prevent our success, go ahead and try
E-Feezy and the HB's in this motherfucker man (the Hot Boys)
E-40 and the Hot Boys are present in this place
Juvenile (Bosco) you heard about me
Juvenile, also known as Bosco, you've heard of me
The BG (uh-huh) the number one stunna (uh-huh, uh-huh)
BG, the top showoff and flashy person
Baby Thirty-Two Gold ya heard me?
Baby, the nickname Thirty-Two Gold, you understand what I'm saying?
The Bay Area, and the U-P-T (uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh)
The Bay Area and the Uptown, you know what I'm talking about
We connected nigga, you gotta respect it
We have connections and you need to show us respect
It's off the heezy
It's crazy
Uh, uh (what, biatch)
Uh, uh (what, bitch)
(Hot, hot)
(Hot, hot)
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Bosco Kante, Brian Williams, Christopher Dorsey, Dwayne Carter, Earl Stevens, Jeffrey Page, Joe Cooley, Terius Gray, Rodney Oliver
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herbert melo
[Intro]
BEYOTCH!
Whas happenin, whas happenin?
You got to love this yere nigguh
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
[Verse 1: B.G.]
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 holdin niggas
Then come where yo' momma lay down and kick in the do' nigga
(Juvenile! Juvenile! Juvenile!)
[Verse 2: 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
BEYOTCH!
[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 2: 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 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 nigguh-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
BEYOTCH!
[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: Birdman]
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
[Verse 4: 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
[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)
BEYOTCH!
[Outro: 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!)
young jaylen
That old school beat ❤
Ted P
2022 still hits harder than ever!
Shaka Shawn
Been bumpin this shit for 19 years! Brings back so many memories.
Antwoine Gabriel
The song contains the elements of "Everlasting Base" written by Rodney-O and Joe Cooley which is way back in the 1980's and I'm an 80's baby born in 1984
Datboii skrapp
Same
svtkilr
Easily my top 5 favorite E40 cuts! CMB and e Feezy came hard! I remember bumping this in my 63 SS Impala mobbing in 13x7 72 spoke triple gold D’z on the streets on San Jo man some of the dopest memories A young 20 year old could ever have! LOOK AT ME!!!!!!!!!
Deandre Johnson
Aye big 7 treez
svtkilr
@Deandre Johnson yup 408 til I die G. Born and raised in the heart of NSSJ for 47 years!
Yvette Adams
I threw a bad ass house party some years back and the DJ played this! The whole house was rocking !!!
Phillip Beckman
E40 one of the greatest of all time.