Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watch Me, artist - Little Brother. Date of issue: 14.06.2014
Song language: English
Watch Me |
| LB Bidness |
| Yeah, I go by the name of Khrysis (My nigga Khrysis on the beat) |
| One half of the Away Team |
| And right now, you in tuned to the biggest colored show on earth… |
| The Minstrel Show nigga |
| I can’t afford to not record |
| So I call my nig' Khrysis tell him hit the boards |
| Then I call Tay put the pedal to the floor |
| 'Fore we do the shop gotta stop by the store |
| I’m on my knees gotta go to the Lord (Dear Father) |
| I pray to you these niggas gon' pay for it |
| All them times that I went ignored |
| So what it wasn’t 20 but still I scored |
| My heart still scorned and my mind is focused |
| So this, serves as a warning to protest |
| Any verse disperse is sicker that the first and |
| It’s no treatment for this disorder |
| Carolina’s number one reporter |
| A nigga who’s back with a vengeance better run for the border (run) |
| Or head for the hills or duck and seek cover |
| Who else gon' make it hot this summer, its LB nigga… |
| They can’t stop me, naw they can’t stop me |
| They keep playing', keep sayin' I’m cocky |
| They keep tryin' but too tired to top me |
| Their best bet is to fall back and watch me |
| They can’t stop me, dawg they can’t stop me |
| They keep playing', keep sayin' I’m cocky |
| They keep tryin' but too tired to top me |
| Their best bet is to fall back and watch me |
| Uhh, (whoo) ain’t no need in gettin' teary eyed |
| Tay’s the illest, point blank period |
| Plus I got niggas, in DC |
| That’ll hit you for 3G's and a box of Yum’s Carry Out |
| Outlook lookin' scary now |
| They was frontin' before but now they seein' that we serious |
| This ain’t a peace talk, so muhfucka save your sweet (suite) talk |
| For reservations at the Marriott |
| They say birds of a feather often flock together |
| But me and Big Pooh rock together |
| And if not forever |
| I’mma reach to the sky, and keep flyin' high like we got propellers |
| 'Goddamn, y’all boys doin' it', they stop to tell us |
| And if God propel us to the top, I won’t go pop (pop) |
| No need to act a fool in public |
| Cause when you, ego trip you just lose your luggage and well… |
| I ain’t got no time top play with 'cha |
| I’m Phonte, international stage ripper done |
| Made friends and made figures |
| While you stuck on the front porch |
| Mad, like you fixin' ta shave Mister (you fixin' to shave) |
| That’s reality, so color me purple |
| My name in history, nigga that’s all I work for |
| Better keep it moving like the laws of inertia |
| Before these Carolina boys come hurt 'cha |
| Better tell 'em bout it… |
| And now The Minstrel Show is proud to present… Jazzy Jeff (Jeff Jeff Jeff.) |
| (scratching) |
| -Khrysis on the board with--with the heat |
| -Fuck that, I got your head still bobbin and my verse didn’t rhyme |
| (scratching) |
| -And to my man.Jaaaaaazzzzzzzy. |
| Jeff (Jeff Jeff Jeff). |
| -Rap--Rapper Pooh, Justus League |
| -All my real life niggas. |
| Yo, yo, Spencer, what up, my nigga? |
| Yo, Tucker, is that you my nigga? |
| Yo, what’s up, what’s going on my nigga? |
| Man, how you doin' |