paroles de chanson Watch Out Now (instrumental) - The Beatnuts feat. Yellaklaw
"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
dough-oh)
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.
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