I Don't Like The Look Of It
Lil' Wayne ft. Gudda Gudda Lyrics
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Got a n**** moving slow
I'm all about the money
What the f*** you think I do it for
B**** don't act like you don't know
I'm killing all these rap n****s
Custom made caskets for you muthaf***a funerals
Keep the women with me
Party everyday like we won the f***ing Superbowl
Chillin' wit my n**** Mack, he keep b****es handy
White girl on the table love them sniff nose candy
When I'm walking by the women say ' Who is that n****?'
I replied 'Hi,I am Gudda Gudda that n****'
I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters
Whip on 24's watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal
And yous a muthaf***in' duck, Daffy Dill
I'm from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and kill
Pick the knife or gunner, you can get the package deal
I'm hot n****, burning everything around me
I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me
The streets say I'm King but the game will never crown me
Realist n**** doin' it just ask the n****s around me
So you cant size me up or try to clown uh
Shark in the water jump in and Imma drown ya
New Orleans n****, Gun out, Imma down ya
Put n****s to sleep like a muthaf***in' downer
Imma Great White, yous a flounder
Fish and a b**** I tuna eveything around ya
U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya
It's Young Money B****
At the top is where they found us
Uh, Goons on deck
Marley don't shoot em'
Silence on the gun
Watch a n**** mute em'
The coach in the booth
Call me Jon Gruden
School these n****s, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain't playin' wit cha
The weed broke down, like a transmission
Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
B**** I'm still spittin' like I ate a Jalapeno
I'm from uptown, my b**** from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault
And when it come to beef give me A1 Sauce
I ain't worryin' bout s***, Everything paid out
You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade's house
Wit a high yellow thick b**** wit her legs out
Cash Money president but we in a red house
Who the f*** want it? Make my f***in' day
I blow your candles out, now n**** cut that cake
I gotta eat b****es, like a run-away
Y'all n****s ain't eatin, stomach ache
Ok, all these b****es, And n****s still hatin
I used to be ballin', But now I'm Bill Gate'n
F***in with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic
I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil traffic
Hair still platted, thuggin is a habbit
Keep my guitar, Hip-Hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad b-tches and I f-ck em like rabbits
Dope d-ck Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, Uhh
The song “I Don’t Like the Look of It” by Lil Wayne and Gudda Gudda is a rap song that is centered around their luxurious lifestyle, their dominance in the rap game, and their fearless approach to life. The opening lines set the mood for the song: "Ok I’m sippin’ on the syrup/Got a n**** moving slow/I’m all about the money/What the f*** you think I do it for.” This suggests that the rappers are living a life of excess and indulgence, and their drug of choice is syrup or lean which is a combination of codeine and promethazine.
The rap lyrics also highlight their disregard for their competition, particularly other rappers. They are confident in their abilities and claim to be killing “all these rap n****”s”. They boast about being able to have “custom made caskets” for any rapper’s funeral. They also talk about partying every day and living life like they’ve won the Superbowl. They have multiple women with them and they are using drugs like cocaine or other illicit substances.
Overall, I Don’t Like the Look of It gives a glimpse into the lifestyle of Lil Wayne and Gudda Gudda, and highlights their bold personalities, their love for money, and their take no prisoners attitude towards life.
Line by Line Meaning
Ok I'm sippin' on the syrup
I'm drinking cough syrup mixed with soda to get high
Got a n**** moving slow
I'm so high that I'm moving slowly
I'm all about the money
Making money is my main priority
What the f*** you think I do it for
I make money to support my lifestyle and do what I want
B**** don't act like you don't know
Don't pretend you don't understand what I'm saying
I'm killing all these rap n****s
I'm dominating the rap game and outperforming my competitors
Custom made caskets for you muthaf***a funerals
I'm so good that I'm putting other rappers out of business and they'll need custom caskets for their funerals
Keep the women with me
I surround myself with multiple women
S*** I gotta keep like two or more
I need at least two women with me at all times
Party everyday like we won the f***ing Superbowl
I party all the time like I'm celebrating a major achievement
Chillin' wit my n**** Mack, he keep b****es handy
I'm hanging out with my friend Mack who always has a lot of women with him
White girl on the table love them sniff nose candy
I have cocaine on the table and a woman is snorting it
When I'm walking by the women say ' Who is that n****?'
Women find me attractive and want to know who I am
I replied 'Hi,I am Gudda Gudda that n****'
I introduced myself as Gudda Gudda
I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters
I come from a tough upbringing where people carry guns
Whip on 24's watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I drive a car with expensive rims and it drives smoothly
I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal
I always have a gun with me, like a toy that comes with a Happy Meal
And yous a muthaf***in' duck, Daffy Dill
You're a coward and weak, like the cartoon character Daffy Duck
I'm from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and kill
I come from a place where there is a lot of violence and fighting
Pick the knife or gunner, you can get the package deal
I'm willing to use either a knife or a gun to attack someone
I'm hot n****, burning everything around me
I'm becoming very successful, and everything around me is being affected
I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me
I went through a hard time but I found my way back
The streets say I'm King but the game will never crown me
I have a lot of respect in my community, but the industry won't give me the recognition I deserve
Realist n**** doin' it just ask the n****s around me
I'm a genuine person and respected by those who know me well
So you cant size me up or try to clown uh
Don't judge me or try to make fun of me
Shark in the water jump in and Imma drown ya
I'm dangerous and will attack those who try to compete with me
New Orleans n****, Gun out, Imma down ya
I'm from New Orleans and I'm not afraid to use my gun
Put n****s to sleep like a muthaf***in' downer
I can defeat people easily, like a sleeping pill
Imma Great White, yous a flounder
I'm a shark and you're lesser and weaker than me
Fish and a b**** I tuna eveything around ya
I am very successful and everything around me seems to be easy
U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya
I'm always moving and making changes in my life
It's Young Money B****
I'm part of the Young Money record label
At the top is where they found us
We're now successful and on top of the music industry
Uh, Goons on deck
My friends who are willing to be violent are with me
Marley don't shoot em'
I am Alexander Marley, and I won't shoot anyone
Silence on the gun
I've put a silencer on my gun
Watch a n**** mute em'
I'm going to kill someone with my silenced gun
The coach in the booth
I'm in charge and calling the shots
Call me Jon Gruden
I'm like Jon Gruden, a former NFL coach
School these n****s, they all my students
I'm teaching other rappers how to be successful
All jokes aside, I ain't playin' wit cha
I'm serious and not making jokes with you
The weed broke down, like a transmission
The marijuana I'm smoking is finely ground up
Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
My gun will make someone spin around like a ballet dancer
B**** I'm still spittin' like I ate a Jalapeno
I'm still rapping with a lot of energy
I'm from uptown, my b**** from Argentina
I'm from an upper-class area and my girlfriend is from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
I have a lot of money, like a wealthy businessman named Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault
I'm showing off and it's all your fault for making me do this
And when it come to beef give me A1 Sauce
In a fight, I will easily win
I ain't worryin' bout s***, Everything paid out
I have no worries because I have a lot of money
You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade's house
I'm so rich that I'm able to sit court-side at the NBA player's house
Wit a high yellow thick b**** wit her legs out
I'm with a light-skinned girl wearing revealing clothing
Cash Money president but we in a red house
I'm the president of Cash Money, but we're living in a modest house
Who the f*** want it? Make my f***in' day
Whoever wants to fight me can step forward and I'll gladly take them on
I blow your candles out, now n**** cut that cake
I'll knock you down and put an end to your celebration
I gotta eat b****es, like a run-away
I need to make money and be successful, like I'm running away from something
Y'all n****s ain't eatin, stomach ache
Other rappers aren't as successful as me and are struggling to make money
Ok, all these b****es, And n****s still hatin
People are still hating on me even though I have a lot of success and women
I used to be ballin', But now I'm Bill Gate'n
I used to be rich, but now I'm even richer like Bill Gates
F***in with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic
I'm using my iPhone and playing the album Illmatic by Nas
I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil traffic
I'm becoming successful but there are still some obstacles in my way
Hair still platted, thuggin is a habbit
I still have my hair in braids and my tendency to be violent is a habit
Keep my guitar, Hip-Hop Lenny Kravitz
I play guitar and have a similar style to musician Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad b-tches and I f-ck em like rabbits
I'm with multiple attractive women and having sex with them frequently
Dope d-ck Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, Uhh
I'm Lil' Wayne, I have great sex and your girlfriend is addicted to it
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DWAYNE CARTER, CARL LILLY, RONDELL COBBS
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