Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bay Watch (Feat. Akon), artist - Akon.
Date of issue: 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)) |