Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watch Out, artist - Knoc-Turn'al.
Date of issue: 23.02.2004
Song language: English
Watch Out |
All my Cali motherfuckers wave your hands like so And all you bitches getting pimped give your man that dough |
Yeah I walk with a limp cause my dick’s in the way |
They say I talk like a pimp but I’m a M.A.C.K |
What’s the difference? |
Both of you exploit women for cash |
Exactly, but a poor pimp would sell his own ass |
I never learnt to sip, man I dropped out that class |
You better smoke your hemp through an oxygen mask |
Before you come over here fucking my high up Interrupting your bitch while she licking up my nuts |
I used three condoms but she let me get five fucks |
Knoc-Turn'al got her stuck with her hands and feet tied up, huh |
When dusk kicks and I reach the club it gets exquisite |
Not even giving a fuck about your bitch |
Or which bitch she rolling with |
It’s nothing here |
Four or five dicks gon’spit |
And both of us gon’rub on her ass and tits |
She mixing up my nut in her mouth with spit |
It’s obvious she’s in love with a mack with a big dick |
I’m involved with a big clit |
My music’s the deal-o, nympho |
And she’s in love with it Watch out |
All these scandalous hoes in L. A Got me rolling with my glock out |
Swing by pick up my dough and then clock out |
I’m out |
To fuck hoes every day |
I fuck 'em in thier house, man |
I fuck 'em in thier jeep |
I fuck 'em when they woke, man |
I fuck 'em when they sleep |
I fuck 'em in the throat |
Hey man that’s fucking deep |
Like bitches that want to smoke and bitches that like to joke |
Come into my house broke looking for something to eat |
Beat it From my wizard you get deleted |
No more visits you bitch, I mean it No hoe, no cry, oh, here’s a Kleenex |
Here’s a penis |
Kiss it French or English |
They say Hit’s conceited, nah, Hit’s connected |
Caramel complected |
College bitches get necked |
Jailed niggaz respected |
Big Hit be keeping it West-ing |
Watch out |
All these scandalous hoes in L. A Got me rolling with my glock out |
Swing by pick up my dough and then clock out |
Then I’m out |
To fuck hoes every day |
: I’m down |
: For thugs and prissy bitches |
: Got love |
: For anybody getting riches |
: I feel |
: Like me and Knoc the next niggaz |
: At shows |
: We make about eight figures |
Why not clown, get down, spit rounds |
Lounge with bad bitches blazing an ounce |
We out on the town with a whole crew passing, dick out (dick out) |
We go up to you, him and you |
Fuck your whole crew, we mash regardless |
Hittman heard me and you, that’s it man |
On a late night rendezvous dance |
I’m about to blow out my pants |
Matter of fact we’re up under the club’s heat lamp |
Drink that and we about to be out |
We 2 or 3 minutes from my house |
Which means I’m 5 or 6 minutes from dicking you out |
Single hoes look at your bitch and your spouse |
L.A. criminal |
In and out with a smile before I spout |
For the meanwhile Knoc and Hit’s dick is all in your mouth |