Watch Out

1- * Speaking Spanish * WATCH OUT! * Speaking Spanish * WATCH OUT! * Speaking Spanish * WATCH OUT! * Speaking Spanish* [Verse 1] Get up and do the biz, our style is the wild Hit you with a spell whether Jew or gen-tile When you enterin' the realm You find me at the helm Still standin' like abandoned buildings In the southern part of BX, can old school it like a T-Rex Ya well advanced connect dance with thoughts Deep like Barry White's throat box I bet you those cops mix Double high tower my power grants me the chicks The blows the cars and enemies that want to spar You want to see it no matter who you are Yeah I'm bound to ground you like that Put they ass on a mound and introduce em' to a baseball Face tall, brag about it like teenage sex Text book characters gettin' etched out to rough draft Rush Limbaugh autograph her left titty New Yor, New York yeah we bigger than the buildings Do it for the love of the art and the children's And throw paper machet inside of ya models See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive Allergic to ya sperm broke hives Concerned about ya ;ife when ya down eight lives Top of the night I'm up in queens like ah yeah [Repeat 1] [Verse 2] Introducin' introducin' to you Dave Batter on deck, carded every time I set foot in the joint Cabaret artist I'll two piece ya tray If she want to get vamped, bring her to the tent Touch her till her back indents Wrap it extra strength Run a lap on her calculatin' the length Holdin' mics tighter than hymens Old school it like Holly-Hobby, Head-to-Head, Easy Bake Oven Strong Jerome lovin' man I hit the pack Panther power keep it all relative to the sixties Bill Bixby green, ATM money Got my pockets lookin' like I'm rockin' Popeye jeans Classic like Reuben and Rah One nigga under the groove we shootin' for that Parliament high Plus bigger than the fourth of July Take the back seat drive out Hey yo, hey yo ain't nothin' street about me more like a light post Sinin' above all who are why'all to boast Stayed calm and all came to me to host My vocab grabs many, long to cultivate raps It's gettin' filled moms jack penny It used to be unknown around the way Now my bix became a bouqet Every nose in it, fillin' up seats like a session in a Senate Been a minute since ya heard the souls So the soul gon' cost ya three All ya people want to front like the soul don't hold control But it don't mean shit to me Plain to see that a song like this been what ya all missed Come on, genuine adrenaline from off the wrists We run the interference throughout the game clout Can't be denied the bout for the title Throw up ya guns and hold the pose like an idol Bring it back to the draw Ghosts of grand wiz Theodore Played dirty with ever since played on the floor Stop verbal assaults just in case a war break out Steal vaults bigger than giraffes But they still got a lot for me Heard em' say a lot of nigga with the underground They'd die for the underground but ain't makin' no money Stupid ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JOLICOEUR, DAVID / MASON, VINCENT / MERCER, KELVIN / WEST, DAVID NATHANIEL / TJADER, CAL Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.