Urban Mystic - Watch Out lyrics

Featuring*Stacks [Urban Mystic] OHHHHHHHH Yo Say there mama Now Won't you say how do you do I Got some business and it's dealing with you So Won't you came and give a n***a yo number So I can hit you up later don't, you worry bout coming Now Listen tell yo friend and yo sista too So We can get down with this groove Stacks And Urban yeah we stay off the chain Leaning We be up in the club b tches*screaming our names We Tell them watch out Cuz A lot of them girls they, willing and worried Bout Whe we enter into the club yeah we be by the bar We Them superstars when we pull into the lot B Tches*sweating our cars You Know Stacks in a Benz and Urban's- i'm in a Hummer We Got the ice that makes it feel Cold Up in the summer And If you're feeling this then put yo hands up And If you're feeling this then put yo hands up [Pre-Chorus] Say There mama you got a thang goin on Better Watch out i been watching all night long It Ain't a problem til we ride til the break of dawn And I ain't talking bout the cellular phone I Be I, be talking bout the after party now Everybody Steady sipping Bacardi now Find The girls that be acting naughty And Bring them home with me You Better watch out when you see these pimps Ya'll Be strung out oh girl I know that you can hold out Me And Stacks floating with ends let's get it poppin no lie Hold On [Stacks] You Know who's back with some hoes Cuz We go roll out where you coming from homey You Ever seen a thug walk you know how we do Don't Need no bodyguards n***a Urban's my crew I See you shacking that ma you need to hitch a ride home Check Out my wrists and baby and wig It's Every color on that rainbow Don't You understand straight we be Pimpin Like this we just some men in here sipping And n***as spitting to get a b tch*Ain't No missing- the hits are just coming so don't be running from kid Who Wants to kick it with you G's Ya'll know the game in and out like a vetern Hold Up you, ain't heard this Stacks and Mystic Ask Them b tches*when we just turn them into statistics [Pre-Chorus] Hey There mama Bring Them home to me [Urban Mystic] n***a Watch that When I step up into the club n***as See that I got a bottle of Bub Cuz I'm a soldier thought I told ya Cuz When I come on this mic i'm taking over They Call me Urban cuz i'm serving on the strip In My excrusion Steadily Pullin them girls with short skirts And Never mind them haters Snitches & b tches*all they want to do is get my riches Ain't Having that I be damned if i'm let a let a n***a touch that All I gotta do is hit my boy Stacks and we gone Bring It to the table let them know that they're able To Buy the sony table [Pre-Chorus] Hey There mama you got a thing Bring Them home to me Bounce Wit me