Watch for the Hook (Dungeon Family Mix)

Lyrics

[Intro 1: female fans] Oh my god... Oh my god... Oh my god! Breeze! Oh my god, look at him! Aye! Breeze! Breeze! Aye! Aye! My phone number is... Aye! Breeze! Breeze! Ooh, he lookin' over here, girl! Oh my god, he lookin' this way! Oh my god...!!!! Intro 2: Big Rube Ain't no super heavyweight bouts With futile everyday doubts They strive so hard to be stars, but I'm respected, son Measure your songs and bars with mine in metric tons Got my spine invested in this I do my best to win this 'Cause treachery is endless I break 'fore I bend Know that without King Kong, the pummel You never hear quite that same rumble in your lame jungle [Verse 1: Andre 3000] (Yuh... yo, yuh, yo, yo...) Never has every member in one crew been so diverse Tryin' to outdo the last verse that I birthed, that is my curse Your knight in rhyming armor – sentimentally slay all grand dragons Grab the sharpest No. 2, then I'm stabbin' Somebody let me a hold a No. 2 pencil, 'cause they testin'! Somebody let me a hold a No. 2 pencil, 'cause they testin'! [Verse 2: Witchdoctor] I fly through the night, yeah Mixing 'Cardi with some Sprite Lyrics, we put inside ya Listen to these ATL riders (Hootie hooooo!) Keep your head straight, the streets full of snakes Slithering, making–deals, delivering Uhh, uh, uh – that weed got you shivering Paranoia – fifteen hundred go to the lawyer After paying his rent, dollars and cents {Niggas} stealing pitbulls, put up a fence We movin' on, tell the crew, it's on [Verse 3: Cee-Lo & Khujo] 'Kay, here it go – they call me Suga Baby Shawty Lo I'm one fourth of the migh-ty G-double-O– D-and-the-I-and-the-E, the M-and-the-O Yeah, yeah... fact don't change,  To your brain – pistol', and they gon' bang,  Plus drain ya like some Folgers Set out and roll 'til ya done; get in touch with your closest Tellin' ya, ho – anybody disrespect my zone,  We gon' get it on 'til we get it gone And you might get it right, but don't get it wrong Or you gonna get shot and blown Identify your worth, providing this thang since cotton pickin' Skull splittin', gettin' rid 'em, finger-lickin' in ya chicken Thought I showed ya, come off that Toblerone log Go be a cling-on, back in the waiting room, sauna King of the spa; we keep it raw, dat– Topic for the live spots – stop! I'll take yo' head off your shoulders, like twistin' a lid off a jar! [Verse 4: Big Gipp] Yeah, look here, been here This here's this year's Gipp one of the finest to lay it down 'round here Gold and the Platinum all over the walls If you represent them hoods, go ahead, be bold Laid it down hard more than one {fuckin'} time Go ahead and get it gone, now I'm out my mind Went from hubcaps and 30's to the hundred spokes People still talk 'bout the last rhyme I wrote '87 was the year that I first stepped in I'm hollerin' at Big D, doin' time in the pen – I say, "UH!!!" [Verse 5: Big Boi] One of them dope boys done crept in Steppin' all over your best friends No weapons, just lyrical lessons And smoked out sessions The Young and the Restless Some of the best in The Dirty South and Midwestern – hemisphere They wanna be this here The playa, the B-O-I, gon' run these verses and make you see this here {Niggas} tried to jock it I'll put my plug off in they girl's socket Know, the D to the F is gon' forever rock it Lock it – down (Yeah!) [Verse 6: T-Mo] The T stands for T-Mo, who's known as a teacher South West young brother, bringin' the pain through your speaker! It's like a disease to fiend for the cheese ya need Hop up and ease dem feelin', exhibiting chil'ren Watchin' nothing but the Devil himself Increase, my wealth be – more than ten times the average criminal, wait College brethren these days done changed the recipe Steady taxin', creatively maximizin' with proper investments Can't be hesitant with dem dead presidents – or you'll lose! Or you could lose your temp', but, no tools! [Refrain: Cee-Lo] For whateva time's left, I'ma holla and scream "D.F." For whateva time's left, I'ma holla and scream "D.F." [Verse 7: Cool Breeze] I know a whole lot of brothers in the rap game But most of them are in it for the shiny thangs They wanna snatch all ten, maybe stack about fo' They wanna live in the house, but don't want no grass to grow See, what you need to do is learn the tricks of the trade Go to work, put it down, and den get paid If only two of us gon' get caught for makin' the sale I'm one, and if you the other, bruh – I can't tell There ain't nobody that can come in, and get in the zone Trying to kill fo' birds with about fifteen stones [Hook: Cool Breeze] The C stands for Cool Breeze, who's known as the champ Freddie Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp Aye, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook! The C stands for Cool Breeze, who's known as the champ Freddie Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook! You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook! You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook! The C stands for Cool Breeze, who's known as the champ Freddie Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook The C stands for Cool Breeze, who's known as the champ Freddie Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook! You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook! You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook!