Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Watch Out , by - E.S.G.. Release date: 28.01.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Watch Out |
| Watch out Boss Hogg is coming through |
| We holding it down (hold it down baby) |
| And everybody that’s running they mouth |
| We gon shut y’all down, shut y’all down |
| All my thugs and my g’s who paid they dues |
| This year we gon shine |
| And everybody that’s on the grind |
| Keep money on your mind, on your mind |
| I shut em down, cut em down, quick to throw my weight around |
| To yellow bone or sugar brown, Boss Hogg we holding on |
| We getting our glow on, and so on and so on |
| If niggas talking down, that’s something you can blow on |
| And this song’s to let you know, be real about your do' |
| Keep your mind on pay roll, and I guarantee you’ll get mo' |
| Watch how quick you be rich, I strongly suggest |
| Get your paper and invest, and don’t settle for second best |
| Southside official, Screwed Up Click original |
| You went down to 99, you not a percent artificial |
| Playa hating me detrimental, better watch what you say |
| This dream team bout green, BB King on my two way |
| Telling me, E.S.G. |
| let me do a story on your life |
| To show the world how u emerge, to splurge your ice |
| Slim and H.A.W.K. |
| on the right, with Key and Mike we assassin |
| Fat checks we cash em, shut em down to mash em, huh |
| Watch out, here come them hogs, in them big L dogs |
| You wanna see somebody ball, follow us to the mall |
| I need my money tall, when I talk I walk |
| It’s Slim Thug, E.S.G., and my dog Big H.A.W.K |
| Living laid in the shade, all dues been paid |
| To tell the truth we got it made, something hatas can’t fade |
| Riding thick like a parade, shutting all blocks down |
| Bout to show the whole world, how that H-Town clown |
| Make way, for the H-A-W-K |
| You can bet your last dolla, I got something to say |
| I’m not caring like Donna, with mo' hits than Madonna |
| I got niggas out here, trying peep my persona |
| Ask your baby mama, bout Slim and E |
| She got fucked by them, then got fucked by me |
| This the big three, G-R-I-N-D |
| I-N-G, all about the currency, what |
| B’s for Boss Ballas, best believe we bout bread |
| O’s for off the chain, when we swang we turn heads |
| The double S is for the Southside, on my SS Impala |
| Ah fuck it, this year it’s staying stacking dollas |
| Saranada enemies, g’s in my facinity |
| The H is for you hoes, with homosexual tendencies |
| The O’s for ounce of do-do, and optimo nigga |
| The double G for ghetto gold, getting green and go-getter |
| Some hard hitters bout our figgas, out that Texas nigga |
| We pull triggas on fake niggas, bullshittas and quittas |
| We shut em down, top bound, turning smiles to frowns |
| Going round for round, from each town to town |
| The new pitcher on the mound, is the Mr. Slim Thug |
| The young boss out the North, that sell like drugs |
| Show me love, cause this year Boss Hogg gon shine |
| We on a million dolla grind in our times, watch out |