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 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!"
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 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
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..

Paroles (Traduction)

Oui, oui.. uh-uh !
Mm-mmm !
Gagner de l'argent, gagner de l'argent !
(Gagner, gagner de l'argent, gagner de l'argent)
(Gagner, gagner de l'argent, gagner de l'argent) Uh-uh !
(Gagner) GAGNER DE L'ARGENT, GAGNER DE L'ARGENT (gagner cet argent)
(Gagner) GAGNER DE L'ARGENT, GAGNER DE L'ARGENT
Ouais, GAGNER DE L'ARGENT, GAGNER DE L'ARGENT .. "Écoutez le premier couplet"
"Faites attention maintenant !"
[Psycho Les]
Aiyyo ma chanson est en cours, je dois me remplir l'estomac de to-to
(J'adore to-to) Commander trois seaux de Mo'-Mo'
On gagne plus de fric, hors des livres (tu deviens jaloux)
Attirant plus de filles par le physique (tu deviens jaloux)
Tu veux me détester ? Parce que ta femme, veut un autographe ?
D'après le regard dans ses yeux, je vois qu'elle veut plus que ça
Quand je vois des gros culs, je fais des passes comme un quart-arrière
Beatnuts c'est TOUT ÇA, ta merde, C'EST DE LA MERDE
Ouvre la boîte, si tu joues avec mon fric
Dur à cuire, depuis toujours, au collège
Beau mec, en train de faire bouger ton public avec mes beats
J'en ai marre, les mecs veulent se la jouer -- PEU IMPORTE !
Je vais perturber ta parade (parade) te faire sauter les jambes
avec une grenade, maintenant tu gigotes, comme une sirène
Tu parles trop, salope tu craches sur les lèvres
pendant que je suis au bar, draguant, les pourboires du barman
Puis je drague cette fille, avec un, "Salut," et le regard
Elle a fait le papillon, frottant son cul, contre ma braguette
Je peux DÉJÀ imaginer ma merde coincée à l'intérieur

Thématique Fête

Style Hip-hop

Keywords Bronx, Queens

Entités normées Common, Fat Joe, Juju, Psycho Les, The Beatnuts