Lyrics Watch Out - Urban Mystic
*Featuring
Stacks
[Urban
Mystic]
OHHHHHHHH
Yo
say
there
mama
Now
won't
you
say
how
do
you
do
I
got
some
business
and
it's
dealing
with
you
So
won't
you
came
and
give
a
nigga
yo
number
So
I
can
hit
you
up
later,
don't
you
worry
bout
coming
Now
listen
tell
yo
friend
and
yo
sista
too
So
we
can
get
down
with
this
groove
Stacks
and
Urban
yeah
we
stay
off
the
chain
Leaning
we
be
up
in
the
club
b*tches
screaming
our
names
We
tell
them
watch
out
Cuz
a
lot
of
them
girls,
they
willing
and
worried
Bout
whe
we
enter
into
the
club
yeah
we
be
by
the
bar
We
them
superstars
when
we
pull
into
the
lot
B*tches
sweating
our
cars
You
know
Stacks
in
a
Benz
and
Urban's-
i'm
in
a
Hummer
We
got
the
ice
that
makes
it
feel
Cold
up
in
the
summer
And
if
you're
feeling
this
then
put
yo
hands
up
And
if
you're
feeling
this
then
put
yo
hands
up
[Pre-Chorus]
Say
there
mama
you
got
a
thang
goin
on
Better
watch
out
i
been
watching
all
night
long
It
ain't
a
problem
til
we
ride
til
the
break
of
dawn
And
I
ain't
talking
bout
the
cellular
phone
I
be,
I
be
talking
bout
the
after
party
now
Everybody
steady
sipping
Bacardi
now
Find
the
girls
that
be
acting
naughty
And
bring
them
home
with
me
You
better
watch
out
when
you
see
these
pimps
Ya'll
be
strung
out
oh
girl
I
know
that
you
can
hold
out
Me
and
Stacks
floating
with
ends
let's
get
it
poppin
no
lie
Hold
on
[Stacks]
You
know
who's
back
with
some
hoes
Cuz
we
go
roll
out
where
you
coming
from
homey
You
ever
seen
a
thug
walk
you
know
how
we
do
Don't
need
no
bodyguards
nigga
Urban's
my
crew
I
see
you
shacking
that
ma
you
need
to
hitch
a
ride
home
Check
out
my
wrists
and
baby
and
wig
It's
every
color
on
that
rainbow
Don't
you
understand
straight
we
be
Pimpin
like
this
we
just
some
men
in
here
sipping
And
niggas
spitting
to
get
a
b*tch
Ain't
no
missing-
the
hits
are
just
coming
so
don't
be
running
from
kid
Who
wants
to
kick
it
with
you
G's
ya'll
know
the
game
in
and
out
like
a
vetern
Hold
up,
you
ain't
heard
this
Stacks
and
Mystic
Ask
them
b*tches
when
we
just
turn
them
into
statistics
[Pre-Chorus]
Hey
there
mama
Bring
them
home
to
me
[Urban
Mystic]
Nigga
watch
that
When
I
step
up
into
the
club
Niggas
see
that
I
got
a
bottle
of
Bub
Cuz
i'm
a
soldier
thought
I
told
ya
Cuz
when
I
come
on
this
mic
i'm
taking
over
They
call
me
Urban
cuz
i'm
serving
on
the
strip
In
my
excrusion
Steadily
pullin
them
girls
with
short
skirts
And
never
mind
them
haters
Snitches
& b*tches
all
they
want
to
do
is
get
my
riches
Ain't
having
that
I
be
damned
if
i'm
let
a
let
a
nigga
touch
that
All
I
gotta
do
is
hit
my
boy
Stacks
and
we
gone
Bring
it
to
the
table
let
them
know
that
they're
able
To
buy
the
sony
table
[Pre-Chorus]
Hey
there
mama
you
got
a
thing
Bring
them
home
to
me
Bounce
wit
me
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1 Long Ways
2 Givin' It Up
3 Mystic Spot
4 Satisfy
5 F*ck Song
6 Watch Out
7 Ah Yeah
8 In Da Ghetto
9 Woman Gotta Have It
10 Hit Me
11 Gotta Get U Home
12 Shopping Spreez
13 Mama's Song
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