Testo Watch Out - Hittman feat. Knoc-Turn'Al
Testo della canzone Watch Out (Hittman feat. Knoc-Turn'Al), tratta dall'album Hittmanic Verses
All my Cali motherfuckers wave your hand like so
And all you bitches getting pimped give your man that dough
Yeah, I walk with a limp cause my dick's in the way
They say I talk like a pimp but I'm a M-A-C-K
What's the difference? Both of you exploit women for cash
Exactly, but a po' pimp would sell his own ass
I never learned to simp, man, I dropped out that class
You better smoke your hemp through a oxygen mask
Before you come over here fucking my high up
Interrupting your bitch while she licking up my nuts
I use three condoms but she let me get five fucks
Knoc-Turn'al got her stuck with her hands and feet tied up
When dusk hits and I reach the club it gets exquisite
And I can give a fuck about your bitch
And which bitch she rolling with, it's not in here
Both our dicks gon' spit and both of us gon' rub on her ass and tits
She mixing up my nut in her mouth with spit
It's obvious she's in love with a mack with a big dick
I'm involved with a big clique
My music's the dildo nympho and she's in love with it
Watch out
All these scandalous hoes in L.A. got me rolling with my Glock out
Swing by, pick up my dough and then clock out
I'm out
To fuck hoes every day
I fuck 'em in they house, man, I fuck 'em in they Jeep
I fuck 'em when they woke, man, I fuck 'em when they sleep
I fuck 'em in the throat, hey man, that's fucking deep
Like bitches that want to smoke and bitches that like to joke
Come into my house broke looking for something to eat
Beat it, from my wizard you get deleted
No more visits, you bitch, I mean it
No ho, no cry, oh, here's a Kleenex
Here's a penis, kiss it French or English
They say Hit's conceited, nah, Hit's connected
Caramel complected, college bitches get necked and
Jail niggas respect it, Big Hit be keeping it western
Watch out
All these scandalous hoes in L.A. got me rolling with my Glock out
Swing by, pick up my dough and then clock out
Then I'm out
To fuck hoes every day
I'm down for thugs and pritzy bitches
Got love for anybody getting riches
I feel like me and Knoc the next niggas
At shows we make about eight figures
Why not, clown? Get down, spit rounds
Lounge with bad bitches blazing the ounce
We out on the town with the whole crew passing dick out
Without regard to you, him or you
Fuck your whole crew, we mad regardless
Hitman, heard? Me and you
That's it, man, on a late night rendezvous
Damn, I'm about to blow out my pants
Matter of fact, we up under the club's heat lamp
Drink that and we 'bout to be out
We two or three minutes from my house
Which means I'm five or six minutes from digging you out
Single hoes, hood rats, your bitch and your spouse
L.A. criminal
In and out with a smile before I spout
For the meanwhile Knoc and Hit's dick is all in your mouth
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Writer(s): Brian Anthony Bailey, M. Bradford, Royal R. Harbor
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