The Beatnuts- Watch Out Now


Yeah, yeah, uh-uh Mmm, 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 A-yo?, my song?s on, I gotta get my rub on, some to-to (I love dough-oh) Order three buckets of Mo?-Mo? We gettin? more dough off the books Pullin? more h@#s off the looks You wanna 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 a##es, I make phat passes like quarterback Beatnuts is all o? that, your s@#$, all the whack Open gondola, if you foolin? with my cheddar Hard rock, ever since, junior high suela Fly fella takin? my beats to make your crowd get up I?m fed up, niggas wanna bring it, whatever I?mma storm your ???, blow your legs off With a ???, now you flappin? like a mermaid Yappin? off, b@#$, 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 a## against my buttonfly I could already imagine my s@#$ stuck inside Every time I strike, haters be like, ?That f@#$in? guy? How?s that, yo?, it?s hard for you to swallow It don?t take much for us to let the metal holler Lead?s bustin? out of a old black Impala Thug nigga only f@#$ wit? muchacha malla Big Ju, demon lo co�io, how we do (How we do) (Don?t only love me, they love you) What you gonna do (What-what-what) Nigga what you gonna do (What, yo?) Here?s to my pollyin niggas who campaign To the killers who we love and the chicas and champagne Thugs who get wild in the club and snatch chains Players who be pimpin? the h@#s with no brains Front watch a nigga get shot from close range The most range, crazy motherf@#$er won?t change Beatnuts forever diehard, you want pain ?Cause you walkin? outta here, breathin? is insane Flip a beat fast, you leave the club with a heat rash You got a weak stash, came in the club with a free pass I ain?t even know they made a Roley for your cheap a## Makin? me laugh, you was in jail wearin? kneepads Now the beef has, gotten over your head It?s over, you dead, Ranger Rover, both of your legs Till both of us said, platinum gettin? took this year ?Cause for real, there ain?t nothin but crooks in here, nigga How?s that, yo?, it?s hard for you to swallow It don?t take much for us to let the metal holler Lead?s bustin? out of a old black Impala Thug nigga only f@#$ wit? muchacha malla Big Ju, demon lo co�io, how we do (How we do) (Don?t only love me, they love you) What you 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