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the beatnuts – watch out now lyrics

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 to-to) 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 -sses i make fat p-sses like quarterback
beatnuts is alla that, your sh-t, 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, n-gg-z 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, b-tch 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 b-tterfly, rubbin her -ss, against my b-ttonfly
i could already imagine my sh-t stuck inside
everytime i strike, haters be like, “dat f-cking 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 n-gg- only f-ck wit, muchacha mala
big ju, dimelo coño, 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?)
n-gg- whatchu gonna do? (what, yo)

[juju]
here’s to my pollyin n-gg-z who campaign
to the killers who be lovin the chicas and champagne
thugs who get wild in the club and sn-tch chains
players who be pimpin the hoes with no brains
front watch a n-gg- get shot from close range
the most range, crazy motherf-cker 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 p-ss
i ain’t even know they made a roley for your cheap -ss
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, n-gg-

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..

writer: arbex miro, jose fernando / fernandez, lester / tineo, jerry r.
lyrics © universal music publishing group, sociedad general de autores de espana s g a e

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