Watch Out Lyrics

Watch Out lyrics

f/ H.A.W.K.



[Chorus]

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



[H.A.W.K.]

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



[E.S.G.]

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



[Chorus]



[Slim Thug]

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



[H.A.W.K.]

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



[Chorus]



[E.S.G.]

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



[Slim Thug]

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



[Chorus - 2x]