Watch Out

Lyrics

[Hook: José "Perico" Hernandez] {*Spanish*} Watch out! {*Spanish*} Watch out! {*Spanish*} Watch out! {*Spanish*} Watch out! [Verse 1: Posdnuos] Get up and do The Biz, our style is the wild Hit you with a spell, whether Jew or gentile When you enterin' the realm, you find me at the helm Still standin' like abandoned buildings In the southern part of the BX Can old school it like a T-Rex Ya well advanced, connect dance with thoughts Deep like Barry White's throat box The fix you done copped was mixed by Troy Hightower My power grants me the chicks, the clothes, the cars An image which the mold disbarred You won't escape, no matter who you are Yeah, I'm bound to ground you like that [Verse 2: Trugoy the Dove] Put they ass on the mound and introduce 'em to the baseball Face tall, brag about it like teenage sex Text book characters gettin' etched out the rough draft Rush Limbaugh autographed her left titty New York, New York – yeah, we bigger than the buildings (Yeah) Do it for the love of the art and the childrens The dough, paper maché, up inside of ya models CBR throttles, we Zip by your disc drive Allergic to ya sperm, broke hives Concerned about ya life, when you down eight lives Top of the night, I'm up in ya queens, like "Ah, yeah!" [Hook: José "Perico" Hernandez] {*Spanish*} Watch out! {*Spanish*} Watch out! [Verse 3: Trugoy the Dove] Introducin', introducin' to you – Dave Batter on-deck, carded every time I step foot in the joint Gamma ray artist, I'll two-piece ya Tracy – if she wanna get bent? We bring her to the tent! Touch her 'til her back indent Wrap it extra strength Run a lap on her, calculatin' the length Holdin' mics tighter than hymens Old school it like Holly Hobbie head-to-head Easy Baker Oven Strong Jerome lovin' – man, I hit the pad too We 'Panther Power', keep it all relative to the '60s Bill Bixby green, ATM money Got my pockets lookin' like I'm rockin' Popeye's jeans Classic like "Reuben and Ra" One nigga under the groove – we shootin' for that Parliament high Bust bigger than the 4th of July Take the back seat drive out while we push from the hip [Verse 4: Posdnuos, (Trugoy The Dove)] Aiyyo – ain't nothin' street about me, more like a light post Shinin' above all – who are y'all to boast? Stayed calm when harm came to me to host My vocab grabs many, lungs that cultivate raps Since Kim Fields' mom jacked Penny (Woo!) Used to be an unknown around the way Now my biz became a bouqet – every nose in it Fillin' up seats like a session in the Senate Been a minute since you heard the Soul So the Soul gon' toss ya three All you people wanna 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 (C'mon) 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 the dough and hold the pose like an idol [Verse 5: Trugoy the Dove] Bring it back to the draw Ghosts of Grand Wiz Theodore Played dirty with it, ever since playing on the floor Stock verbal assaults – just 'In Case Of War: Break Glass' Steel vaults bigger than giraffes But they still tellin' lies to me I heard 'em say a lot of niggas rep the underground,  They'd die for the underground, but ain't makin' no money... Stupid