Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watch Out, artist - Slim Thug. Album song Boss Hogg Outlaws, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.02.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SoSouth
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 |