Chalie Boy - I Look Goo (best lyrics)

Hey, what it dude?
This Charlie Boy, the Versatile Child
Checkin' in with the number one DJ in Dallas
My dawg DJ Grind
33rd Records and get rich independence
Holdin' it down for sure
Hey, wait, let me stop talkin'
Let my dawg Grind holla Charlie
You're listening to the number one
DJ in the South
DJ Grind
On my mama (mama), on my hood (hood)
I look fly (yeah), I look good (good)
Touch my swag (swag), wish you could (could)
I look fly (yeah), I look good (good)
On my mama (mama), on my hood (hood)
I look fly (yeah), I look good (good)
Touch my swag (swag), wish you could (could)
I look fly (yeah), I look good (good)
I look good (good), I look good (good)
I look good (yeah), I look good (good)
I look good (good), I look good (good)
I look good (yeah), I look good (good)
Hundred on a neckwear, 50 on a stop-watch
Staring at the diamonds make ya bust it, baby, hop-scotch
Over here to my spot, say she wanna party
I do it big, baby, like my L.R.G
Show the Ed Hardy when I'm feeling like a rock band
87 jeans and white-T when on the block man
J's still rocking, forces still moving
Chuck Taylor's killing, Adidas still grooving
Locs on my face (face), but that's just the front (front)
Take 'em off and show the hazels when I wanna stunt (stunt)
Get ya high like a blunt (blunt), rollin' up the best (best)
Fruity Pebbles got her hands rolling up my chest (chest)
With me, you don't wanna mess mane, touch my (swag)
Thousand dollar bandanna make you throw the white (flag)
Get into the whip game, momma had the bread
Paint grain want me swing, bang, and make ya mad mane
On my mama (mama), on my hood (hood)
I look fly (yeah), I look good (good)
Touch my swag (swag), wish you could (could)
I look fly (yeah), I look good (good)
I look good (good), I look good (good)
I look good (yeah), I look good (good)
I look good (good), I look good (good)
I look good (yeah), I look good (good)
Ballin' is a drug that I don't mind abusing
Gucci on my body, Jaywalking in the fusions
Hit the La-Tex, get it poppin' in the lusions
Tell ya right now, plexing catch contusions
Cool as a fan, hot like a flame (flame)
Boys throwin' Haterade on me still ain't a stain (stain)
Double shots rain, hand on Patron (stain)
Round of that white, it all depend what you on
Shawty jocking my cologne, Creed will make ya hurt (hurt)
Three hundred a bottle, 30 dollars for a squirt
Got you sweatin' out ya shirt (Shirt), you can get the biz (biz)
Somethin' on ya mind, what it do? What it is?
Can't close your eyelids, see the fit and the fitted (fitted)
Yeah, I'm guilty of ballin', but I bet I'll get acquitted (acquitted)
Gone in a minute, you probably hate though
I put it in ya face, bro, I stay throwed
On my mama (mama), on my hood (hood)
I look fly (yeah), I look good (good)
Touch my swag (swag), wish you could (could)
I look fly (yeah), I look good (good)
I look good (good), I look good (good)
I look good (yeah), I look good (good)
I look good (good), I look good (good)
I look good (yeah), I look good (good)
Shawty's in the club, yeah, see a lot of beep, beep
Gucci and Nichay and B.C.B.G
Dolce & Gabbana, oh I want 'em, mama, pardon me
Rockin' your Republic Apple Bottom in that AR and B
Slowly to some R&B, think we need some R&R
Take me to the V.I.P. and drive me like a foreign car
Poppin' my purple label, Ralph Lauren collar
Look like money, smell like dollars
Shawty look sexy, smell like Prada
Christian Louboutins makin' hatin' hoes holla
Pop a Grey Goose bottle and let's carry on
Grip ya Baby Phat, let Trojan man carry me home
Thuggin' make ya mama moan, got a Blackberry phone
Tryna catch me sliding in a House of Dereon
Ya make the band like Sean Combs, too fly to be shown
C-H-A-L-I-E I'm gone, mane
On my mama (mama), on my hood (hood)
I look fly (yeah), I look good (good)
Touch my swag (swag), wish you could (could)
I look fly (yeah), I look good (good)
I look good (good), I look good (good)
I look good (yeah), I look good (good)
I look good