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 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 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!"
 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 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?)
 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
 -> 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...