Ascoltare “Look At Me Now” di Chris Brown in featuring con Lil Wayne e Busta Rhymes è un po’ come andare alla fiera dell’extrabeat. Velocissimi e fluidi con le metriche, alternate a suoni spezzati e minimali, che “vanno un casino quest’anno” (cit.). Ché in verità vanno un casino da anni (il pezzo è del 2011). Loro son gente che fa cash. E per farne altro racconta che fa cash. Sempre fresh…
Il video è bello street-classic, con spray, tag, macchine, ragazze, homies, fumo e luci notturne. E tanto giallo zarro. Come piace ai giovini.
Il testo qui sotto:
[Chris Brown:]
Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sipping
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missing
Yeah yeah
That shit look like a toupee
I get what you get in 10 years, in two days
Ladies love me
I’m on my cool J
If you get what I get what would you say
She wax it all off, Mr Miyagi
And them suicide doors, Hari Kari
[Hook:]
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I’m getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresh than a motherfucker
Lil nigga bigger than gorilla
Cause I’m killing every nigga that
Try to be on my shit
Better cuff your chick if you with her
I can get her
And she accidentally slip fall on my dick
Ooops, I said on my dick
I ain’t really mean to say on my dick
But since we talking about my dick
All of you haters say hi to it
I’m Done
[Busta Rhymes:]
Ayo Breezy
Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling
When your doing that thing over there, homie
Let’s go
Cause I feel like I’m running
And I’m feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away
Better know that I don’t and I won’t ever stop cause
You know I gotta win everyday day, goooo
See they don’t really wanna pop me
Just know that you never flop me
And I know that I can be a little cocky, nooo
You ain’t never gonna stop me
Everytime I come a nigga gotta set it then I got it going
Then I get it, than I blow, Than I shudder any little thing,
A nigga think that he be doing cause it doesn’t matter cause I’m gonna dadadada
Then I’m gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom a badabing
I gotta do a lot of things, and make it clearer to a couple niggas
That I’m always winning and I gotta get it again and again and again
And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul
A nigga better call a REF, and everybody know my style
And everybody know I’m the best, when it come to doing this and I’m banging on my chest
And I bang in the east and I bang in the west
And I come to give you more and I never give you less
You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press
Do you really wanna know what’s next, let’s go
See the way we on, we be all up in the race and you know
We gotta go, don’t try to keep up with the pace
We struggling and hustling and sending in and getting in
And always gotta take it to another place
Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it
And I gotta cut all throught his traffic
Just to be at the top of the throne
Better know I gotta have it
[Hook:]
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I’m getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresh than a motherfucker
[Lil Wayne:]
Man fuck these bitch ass niggas how ya’ll doin?
I’m Lil Tunechi, I’m a nuisance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the 3 stooges
I don’t eat sushi, I’m the shit, no I’m pollution, no substitution
Got a bitch that play in movies in my jacuzzi, pussy juicy
I never gave a fuck about a hater got money on my radar
Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator
You niggas ain’t eatin, fuck it, tell a waiter
Marley said shoot em, and I said ok,
If you wanted bullshit then I’m like olay,
I don’t care what you say, so don’t even speak
Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil
That’s word to my flag, and my flag red
I’m out of my head, bitch I’m outta my mind from the bottom I climb
You ain’t hotter at mine, nope, not on my time and I’m not even trying
What’s poppin Slime? nothin five, and if they trippin fuck em five
I ain’t got no time to shuck and jive, these niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
Ciroc and sprite on a private flight
Bitch I’m enticing, guiding light, and my pockets white and my diamonds white
And my mommas nice and my daddy’s dead
You faggots scared cause I’m too wild, been here for a while
I was like fuck trial I puts it down
I’m so young money if you got eyes look at me now bitch
[Hook:]
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I’m getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresh than a motherfucker