E.S.G. & Slim Thug - Watch Out! lyrics

Watch out Boss Hogg is coming through We holding it down (hold it down baby) And everybody that's running they mouth We gon shut y'all down, shut y'all down All my thugs and my g's who paid they dues This year we gon shine And everybody that's on the grind Keep money on your mind, on your mind I shut em down, cut em down, quick to throw my weight around To yellow bone or sugar brown, Boss Hogg we holding on We getting our glow on, and so on and so on If n***as talking down, that's something you can blow on And this song's to let you know, be real about your do' Keep your mind on pay roll, and I guarantee you'll get mo' Watch how quick you be rich, I strongly suggest Get your paper and invest, and don't settle for second best Southside official, Screwed Up Click original You went down to 99, you not a percent artificial Playa hating me detrimental, better watch what you say This dream team bout green, BB King on my two way Telling me, E.S.G. let me do a story on your life To show the world how u emerge, to splurge your ice Slim and H.A.W.K. on the right, with Key and Mike we a**a**in Fat checks we cash em, shut em down to mash em, huh Watch out, here come them hogs, in them big L dogs You wanna see somebody ball, follow us to the mall I need my money tall, when I talk I walk It's Slim Thug, E.S.G., and my dog Big H.A.W.K Living laid in the shade, all dues been paid To tell the truth we got it made, something hatas can't fade Riding thick like a parade, shutting all blocks down Bout to show the whole world, how that H-Town clown Make way, for the H-A-W-K You can bet your last dolla, I got something to say I'm not caring like Donna, with mo' hits than Madonna I got n***as out here, trying peep my persona Ask your baby mama, bout Slim and E She got f*cked by them, then got f*cked by me This the big three, G-R-I-N-D I-N-G, all about the currency, what B's for Boss Ballas, best believe we bout bread O's for off the chain, when we swang we turn heads The double S is for the Southside, on my SS Impala Ah f*ck it, this year it's staying stacking dollas Saranada enemies, g's in my facinity The H is for you hoes, with h*mos**ual tendencies The O's for ounce of do-do, and optimo n***a The double G for ghetto gold, getting green and go-getter Some hard hitters bout our figgas, out that Texas n***a We pull triggas on fake n***as, bullsh**tas and quittas We shut em down, top bound, turning smiles to frowns Going round for round, from each town to town The new pitcher on the mound, is the Mr. Slim Thug The young boss out the North, that sell like d** Show me love, cause this year Boss Hogg gon shine We on a million dolla grind in our times, watch out