I Look Good — Chalie Boy | караоке с текстом и отключением вокала

On my mama on my hood I look fly I look good , touch my swag wish you could , I look fly I look good . Put it on the neck wear, 50 on the stop watch, starin' at the diamonds make you buss it baby hop scotch, over here to my spot say she wanna party, I do it big baby like my LRG, show Ed Hardy when I'm feelin' like a rock band, 87 Jeans and white T when on the block man, J's still rockin', Forces still movin', Chuck Taylors kill em how they all still groovin'. Locs on my face but that's just a front , take 'em off and show the haters when I wanna stunt , say I like rollin' up the best , Fruity Pebbles got her hands rollin' up my chest , you don't wanna mess with such my swag, strappin' down a bandana make you throw the white flag , downtown whip game I'ma have to brag, flat screen woman that's why it bang and make you mad . On my mama on my hood I look fly I look good , touch my swag wish you could , I look fly I look good , I look good I look good I look good I look good I look good I look good I look good . Ballin ' is a that I don't mind abusin' Coogi on my body jay walkin' into fusion , split that ATX get it poppin' in the lubes , tell you right now flex and catch contusions , cool as a fan hot like a flame throw a storm a hater hate on me still ain't a stain , double shot frame Henn or Patron brown or act white it all depend what ya on, shorty jockin my cologne credo make ya hurt 300 a bottle $30 for a squirt got you sweatin out your shirt , you can get the biz somethin on ya mind what it do what it is can't close your eyelids see the fity in the fitted yeah I'm guilty of ballin but I better get acquitted count it and admit it you probably hate though I put it in ya face bro I stay throwed. On my mama on my hood I look fly I look good , touch my swag wish you could , I look fly I look good , I look good I look good I look good I look good I look good I look good I look good . Shorty in the club yeah I see a lotta BB Gucci Enyce and BCBG Dolce & Gabbana ooh I want 'em momma pardon me rockin Old Republic Apple Bottom in that autum be slowly to some R&B think we need some R&R take me to the VIP and drop me like a foreign car hop in my purple label Ralph Lauren collar look like money smell like dollars, shorty looks sexy smell like Prada Christian Louboutins make 'em hate and holla I'ma grey goose bottle and lets carry on Crippin baby Fat Nick told 'em they carry me home he make ya momma moan got a Blackberry phone tryna catch me slidin' in a House of Dereon with the band like Sean Combs slide up these shones C-H-A-L-I-E I'm gone. On my mama on my hood I look fly I look good , touch my swag wish you could , I look fly I look good , I look good I look good I look good I look good I look good I look good . Yeah.