ฟังเพลงWatch Out (Explicit)

Watch Out featuring Hitman (Amended Version) - Knoc-Turn'al

All my Cali motherf**kers wave your hands like so

And all you b**ches getting pimped give your man that dough

Yeah I walk with a limp cause my d*ck'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 poor pimp would sell his own a**

I never learnt to sip man I dropped out that class

You better smoke your hemp through an oxygen mask

Before you come over here f**king my high up

Interrupting your b**ch while she licking up my nuts

I used three condoms but she let me get five f**ks

Knoc-Turn'al got her stuck with her hands and feet tied up huh

When dusk kicks and I reach the club it gets exquisite

Not even giving a f**k about your b**ch

Or which b**ch she rolling with

It's nothing here

Four or five d*cks gon' spit

And both of us gon' rub on her a** 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 d*ck

I'm involved with a big clit

My music's the deal-o 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 f**k hoes every day

I f**k 'em in thier house man

I f**k 'em in thier jeep

I f**k 'em when they woke man

I f**k 'em when they sleep

I f**k 'em in the throat

Hey man that's f**king deep

Like b**ches that want to smoke and b**ches 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 b**ch I mean it

No hoe 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 b**ches get necked

Jailed ni**az respected

Big Hit be keeping it West-ing

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 f**k hoes every day

I'm down

For thugs and prissy b**ches

Got love

For anybody getting riches

I feel

Like me and Knoc the next ni**az

At shows

We make about eight figures

Why not clown get down spit rounds

Lounge with bad b**ches blazing an ounce

We out on the town with a whole crew passing

D*ck out (d*ck out)

We go up to you him and you

F**k your whole crew we mash regardless

Hittman heard me and you that's it man

On a late night rendezvous dance

I'm about to blow out my pants

Matter of fact we're up under the club's heat lamp

Drink that and we about to be out

We 2 or 3 minutes from my house

Which means I'm 5 or 6 minutes from d*cking you out

Single hoes look at your b**ch and your spouse

L A criminal

In and out with a smile before I spout

For the meanwhile Knoc and Hit's d*ck is all in your mouth