Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watch Out Now, artist - The Beatnuts. Date of issue: 30.11.1999
Song language: English
Watch Out Now |
| «Watch out now!» |
| Yea, yea. |
| uh-uh! |
| Mm-mmm! |
| Get money, get money! |
| (Get, get money, get money) |
| (Get, get money, get money) Uh-uh! |
| (Get) GET MONEY, GET MONEY (get that money) |
| (Get) GET MONEY, GET MONEY |
| Yeah, GET MONEY, GET MONEY |
| «Listen to the first verse» |
| «Watch out now!» |
| Aiyyo my song’s on, I gotta get my grub on some to-to |
| (I love to-to) |
| Order three buckets of Mo'-Mo' |
| We gettin' more dough, off the books |
| you gettin' jelly |
| Pullin more hoes off the looks (you gettin' jelly) |
| You wan' hate me? |
| Cause your wifey, wants a autograph? |
| From the look in her eyes, I can see she wants more than that |
| When I see fat asses I make fat passes like quarterback |
| Beatnuts is ALLA THAT, your shit, ALL THE WACK |
| Open can-dela, if you foolin' wit my cheddah |
| Hardrock, ever since, junior high escuela |
| Fly fella, takin my beats, to make your crowd get up |
| I’m fed up, niggas wanna bring it -- WHATEVER! |
| I’mma storm your pa-rade (pa-rade) blow your legs off |
| With a gre-nade, now you flappin', like a mermaid |
| Yappin off, bitch you cough at the lips |
| While I’m at the bar, baggin', the bartender tips |
| Then I bag this chick, with a, «Hi,» and the eye |
| She did the butterfly, rubbin' her ass, against my buttonfly |
| I could already imagine my shit stuck inside |
| Everytime I strike, haters be like, «Dat fucking guy!» |
| How’s that yo? |
| It’s hard for you to swallow |
| It don’t take much for us to let the metal holla |
| Lead’s bustin out of a old black Impala |
| Thug nigga only fuck wit, muchacha malla |
| Big Ju, dimelo el coño, how we do?, how we do? |
| (How we do) |
| (How the girl don’t only love me, they love you!) |
| Whatchu gonna do? |
| (What, what, what?) |
| Nigga whatchu gonna do? |
| (What, yo) |
| Here’s to my pollyin' niggas who campaign |
| To the killers who be lovin' the chicas and champagne |
| Thugs who get wild in the club and snatch chains |
| Players who be pimpin' the hoes with no brains |
| Front watch a nigga get shot from close range |
| The most range, crazy motherfucker won’t change |
| Beatnuts, forever diehard, you want pain? |
| Cause you walkin' outta here breathin' is insane |
| Flip a beat fast, you leave the club with a heat rash |
| You got a weak stash, came in the club with a free pass |
| I ain’t even know they made a Roley for your cheap ass |
| Makin |
| me laugh, you was in jail wearin' kneepads |
| Now the beef has gotten over your head |
| It’s over you dead, |
| Ranger Rover, both of your legs |
| Till both of us said, platinum gettin' took this year |
| Cause for real, there ain’t nothin' but crooks in here, nigga |
| How’s that yo? |
| It’s hard for you to swallow |
| It don’t take much for us to let the metal holla |
| Lead’s bustin out of a old black Impala |
| Thug nigga only fuck wit, muchacha malla |
| Big Ju, dimelo el coño, how we do?, how we do? |
| (How we do) |
| (How the girl don’t only love me, they love you!) |
| Whatchu gonna do? |
| (What, what, what?) |
| Whatcha gon' do when Beatnuts come through baby! |
| (Get money, get money) Psycho Les |
| (Get money, get money) Big Ju |
| (Get money, get money) Beatnuts |
| (Get money, get money) |
| (Get money, get money) |
| (Get money, get money) Throw your hands up, throw your hands up |
| (Get money, get money) Throw your hands up, throw your hands up. |