Beatnuts Watch Out Lyrics

Watch Out Lyrics

"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!"

 

 [Psycho Les]

 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 gelly)

 Pullin more hoes off the looks (you gettin gelly)

 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 mah cheddah

 Hardrock, ever since, junior high suela

 Fly fella, takin my beats, to make your crowd get up

 I'm fed up, niggaz wanna bring it -- WHATEVER!

 I'ma 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!"

 

 Chorus: Beatnuts + Yellaklaw

 

 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, dime lo conllo, 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)

 

 [JuJu]

 Here's to my pollyin niggaz 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

 til both of us said, platinum gettin took this year

 Cause for real, there ain't nothin but crooks in here, nigga

 

 Chorus -> Beatnuts last line "Whatcha gon' do when Beatnuts come through
baby!"

 

 [Beatnuts]

 (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..