Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bay Watch (Feat. Akon) , by - Akon. Release date: 08.07.2007
Song language: English
Bay Watch (Feat. Akon) |
| Yeaah |
| Whatchu gonna do with it A? |
| Whatchu gonna do? |
| Take 'em on back to the street |
| I keep the 40 cal on my side |
| Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster |
| You see a nigga pass by |
| Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya |
| Got Glocks for sale, RED tops for sale |
| Anything that you need, believe me I’m gon' lace you, Yeah |
| Just don’t, whatever you do, snitch |
| Cause you will get hit, pray, I don’t face you, Yeah |
| Thats risky, the bitch tenderize out a nigga |
| His history’s snitch, who decided he’s a member? |
| Once he got pinched, coincided with law |
| Same homie say he lay it down for the bar |
| Brought gang squad around ours |
| How could it be? |
| Been homies since superman draws |
| Only phoniness never came to par |
| He had us, a true neighborhood actor |
| Had his back with kay’s, now we see through him like X-Rays |
| Cuffed in that Adam car, no matter his loss |
| We at 'em, it’s war |
| Knowin not to cross those reservoir dogs |
| You help to plant seeds, just to be a vegetable? |
| When we invest in team, its to the death for sho' |
| No X and O’s, guess its how its go’s |
| When friends turn to fows |
| I keep the thin on my side |
| Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster |
| Ya see a nigga pass by |
| Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya |
| Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale |
| Anything that you need, believe me I’m gon' lace you Yeah |
| Just dont, whatever you do, snitch |
| Cause you will get hit, pray, I don’t face you, Yeah |
| We started out as a crew, when one speak, it’s all honest |
| Private conferences when we eat, Benihana’s |
| Recondences when we peep enemies on us |
| Been in these corners |
| Sellin' like anything on us |
| Knowing heaven’ll shun us being devil’s miners |
| But that ain’t got shit to do with the tea in China |
| We gon' keep the grind up till death can find us |
| Mean time, leanin in them European whips reclined up |
| It’s eye for an eye for the riders |
| We ain’t trying to get locked up, we Soul Survivors |
| Po Po’s is cowards, its no you, its ours |
| We vow this, mixing Yayo with soda powder |
| Who woulda known he would fold and cower |
| Once the captain showed, he sold Old McDonalds |
| No X and O’s, tex calicos |
| Aimed at your chest nigga |
| I keep the 40 cal on my side |
| Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster |
| You see a nigga pass by |
| Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya |
| Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale |
| Anything that you need, believe me I’m gon' lace you |
| Just dont, whatever you do, snitch |
| Cause you will get hit, pray, I don’t lace you, Yeah |
| Nowadays, Sammy the Bull’s, got the game full |
| So he moved to a rural area to keep cool |
| They snitchin on the snitch now, it’s nothing to tell |
| Nowadays your circle should be small as hell |
| Ain’t tryin to meet new faces, this don’t interest me |
| Even if we bubble slow, we get it eventually |
| No penitentiary, though we know clemecy |
| You will meet the lord snitchin, given us a century |
| These cats is rats now, the streets need decon |
| Thats how they react now, weak, when the heat’s on them |
| Stop snitchen, you asked for the life you live in |
| This act is not permitted, no where on the map |
| It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison |
| If you’ve been in it along with 'em |
| And then snitch and become hidden |
| No X and O’s, tex calicos |
| Aimed at your chest nigga |
| I keep the 40 cal on my side |
| Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster |
| You see a nigga pass by |
| Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya |
| Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale |
| Anything that you need, believe me I’m gon' lace you |
| Just dont, whatever you do, snitch |
| Cause you will get hit, pray, I don’t lace you, Yeah |
| You rat bastard! |
| (bastard)((echo)) |