Posted by Look At Me Now is one of the most famous rap songs of recent years. It’s well known as the song where Busta Rhymes caught the spotlight for his extremely fast rapping, pronouncing 414 syllables in 50 seconds. Chris Brown released it in 2011 as the second single of his album F.A.M.E. In this article, we will explore the lyrics and provide a guide to interpret the song’s meaning.
You can find the official video of the song below.
Look At Me Now: the meaning of the lyrics
Look At Me Now is a classic song by rappers who want to show off their money and the success they reached. The lyrics highlight the difference between them and all others and how the world envies them.
Yellow model chick, yellow bottle sippin’
Yellow Lamborghini, yellow top missin’
Yeah, yeah, that s**t look like a toupée
I get what you get in ten years in two days
Ladies love me, I’m on my Cool J
This is Chris Brown talking, comparing himself to LL Cool J, another rapper who became really famous in the 80s. Chris talks about his Lamborghini and the earnings he had, compared to the average all people get. The “Look At Me Now” repeated in the chorus sounds like a scream of victory, against those who underestimated him over the years. And Chris also claims (through a rather colorful expression) that all girls want him.
Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her
And she accidentally slip and fall on my d**k
Oops, I said “On my d**k”
I ain’t really mean to say “On my d**k”
But since we talkin’ about my d**k
All of you haters say hi to it
After that, the long, fast part sung by Busta Rhymes comes: he brags about being the best, sitting on a throne, and admitting that he may be a little arrogant about his status. The way he puts it, it’s not his fault: it’s just the way it is. We let you read the whole verse in the chapter below, but that’s the short recap of his message:
See, they really really wanna pop me (Blow)
Just know that you will never flop me (Oh)
And I know that I can be a little c*cky (No)
You ain’t never gonna stop me
Lil Wayne sings the last verse, and it’s again about money, success, and wealth. He mentions flights in business class, his label Young Money and the beauty of his girls, compared to the ones haters have.
If you wanted bullshit, then I’m like, “¡Olé!”
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
The song has no hidden meanings, but it represents a historical example of rapping about the glory of being a famous rapper. The huge personalities of American hip-hop, working together for the classic topics the genre raps about.
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The complete lyrics
I don’t see how you can hate from outside of the club
You can’t even get in!
Hahaha
Leggo
Yellow model chick, yellow bottle sippin’
Yellow Lamborghini, yellow top missin’
Yeah, yeah, that s**t look like a toupée
I get what you get in ten 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
Look at me now, look at me now (Oh)
I’m gettin’ paper
Look at me now (Oh), look at me now (Yeah)
Fresher than a muh’fu**a
Lil’ n***a, bigger than gorilla
‘Cause I’m killin’ every n***a that can try to be on my s**t
Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her
And she accidentally slip and fall on my d**k
Oops, I said “On my d**k”
I ain’t really mean to say “On my d**k”
But since we talkin’ about my d**k
All of you haters say hi to it
I’m done
Ayo, Breezy
Let me show you how to keep the dice rollin’
When you’re doin’ that thing over there, homie
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let’s go!
[Busta Rhymes]
‘Cause I’m feelin’ like I’m runnin’
And I’m feelin’ 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 (Go)
See, they really really wanna pop me (Blow)
Just know that you will never flop me (Oh)
And I know that I can be a little c*cky (No)
You ain’t never gonna stop me
Every time I come, a n***a gotta set it
Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it (Woo)
Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that
Any little thing a n***a think that he be doin’ (Ooh-ooh)
‘Cause it doesn’t matter, ’cause I’m gonna da-da-da-da (Damn)
Then I’m gonna murder everything and anything
A ba-da-boom, a ba-da-bing, I gotta do a lotta things
That make it clearer to a couple n***as
That I always win and then I gotta get it again and again and then again
And I be doin’ it to death
And now I move a little foul, a n***a better call a ref’
And everybody know my style and n***as know that I’m the best
When it come to doin’ this and I be bangin’ on my chest
And I bang in the East and I’m bangin’ in the West
And I come to give you more and I will never give you less
You will hear it in the street or you could read it in the press
Do you really wanna know what’s next? (Let’s go!)
See the way we on and then we all up in the race
And you know we gotta go, don’t try to keep up with the pace
And we strugglin’ and hustlin’ and sendin’ in and gettin’
And we always gotta do it, take it to another place
Gotta taste it, and I gotta grab it
And I gotta cut all through this traffic
Just to be at the top of the throne
Better know I gotta have it (Have it)
Look at me now, look at me now (Oh)
I’m gettin’ paper
Look at me now (Oh), look at me now (Yeah)
Fresher than a muh’f**ka
Man, f**k these b* *h-a– n***as, how y’all doin’?
I’m Lil Tunechi, I’m a nuisance
I go stupid, I go dumb like the Three Stooges
I don’t eat sushi, I’m the shit
No, I’m pollution, no substitution
Got a b* *h that play in movies in my jacuzzi, pussy juicy
I never gave a f**k about a hater
Got money on my radar, dressed like a skater
Got a big house, came with an elevator
You n***as ain’t eatin’, f**k it, tell a waiter
Marley said “shoot ’em”, and I said “okay”
If you wanted bulls**t, then I’m like, “¡Olé!”
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, b* *h, I’m outta my mind
From the bottom I climb, you ain’t hotter than mine
(Nope) Not on my time, and I’m not even tryin’
What’s poppin’, slime? Nothin’, five
And if they trippin’, f**k ’em, five
I ain’t got no time to shuck and jive
These n***as as sweet as pumpkin pie
CîROC and Sprite on a private flight
B* *h, I been tight since Guiding Light
And my pockets right, and my diamonds white
And my momma’s nice, and my daddy’s dead
You f***ots scared ’cause I’m too wild
Been here for a while, I was like, “F**k trial”
I puts it down, I’m so Young Money
If you got eyes, look at me now, b* *h!
Look at me now, look at me now (Haha! Oh)
I’m gettin’ paper
Look at me now (Haha! Oh), look at me now (Yeah)
I’m fresher than a muh’f**ka
Okay
Okay
Is that right?
I’m fresher than a muh’fuc—!
