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Atmosphere( Atmosphere (music group) )
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Watch Out
Lyricist:Sean Michael Daley, Anthony Jerome Davis, Lawrence Parker, Joseph Williams
One little, two little, three little Indie rap Headphones, backpack Watch 'em all, watch 'em all Watch 'em all, it goes 'Watch out' Watch 'em all, watch 'em all
Jack the Ripper, Jack, Jack the Ripper Peace to Jack tripper and those well stoned bumper stickers My name is Sean and I never had dreadlocks Instead I got an army full of women screamin' 'Head shots'
I guess that explains it, don't it She started to make a mark but it came apart That's what you get for tryin' to make your little sister eat the kitty litter Let's watch a rapper get bitter like the city winter
What the fuck you thinkin'? You frustrated or something? Did you have a bad week? Man, you got issues, I feel sorry for you Yo, shittin' on me is so 2002, bitch
Turn your mic off, and turn the lights off Who ever put your record out must have needed write offs Who they play when the game's in a tight spot? Slug, you can find me in the A's of your iPod
Watch out! When the crowd gets loud It could burn up the roof or make the walls all fall down Watch out! When you open up your mouth I can smell that you don't know what you're talkin' about, it goes
Watch out! We all love a clown But we don't wanna see you climb up out the underground Watch out! If you don't like the sound Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town
Cars drive by with the boomin' system I must be gettin' old 'cuz the bass sounds ridiculous And nowadays, every body's bitin' Tupac So fuck it, I'ma stand over here and do the moonwalk
Besides police, I've got no beef Just me, my beliefs and my bad teeth A cargo van and some Ant beets Enough rap to slap you to last week
Caught between the vice and the advice Drunk, walkin' out in traffic just to fly kites Time out, the free style rhyme out, my last rights Fuck a classic album, give my life 5 mics
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And when the smoke clears, you won't be able to suck dick Like you did as a teenage slut trick And with a mat on his grill, he asks 'Who the fuck are you?' Don't worry man, someday I'ma be nobody too
Watch out! When the crowd gets loud It could burn up the roof or make the walls all fall down Watch out! When you open up your mouth I can smell that you don't know what you're talkin' about, it goes
Watch out! We all love a clown But we don't wanna see you climb up out the underground Watch out! If you don't like the sound Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town
Look, I understand your hate When I was younger, I wanted to be LL Cool J Then he started makin' records for the girls and shit So I ripped up the Kangol and threw it away
I stole moves from KRS One A little Big Daddy Cane and some DJ Run And then we took our life and made it a song And look, nowadays Rhyme sayers is on
It's the B-I-G D-A double D-Y S-E-A-N He hasn't hit the rooftop to jump, guess he waitin'? For what? I don't know, but who wanna come with me? I got at least one more tool with me
So criticize me, or idolize me Study from a distance or stand right beside me It don't matter, just act like I know And watch your back on the beat or get sacked at the free throw
Watch out! When the crowd gets loud It could burn up the roof or make the walls all fall down Watch out! When you open up your mouth I can smell that you don't know what you're talkin' about, it goes
Watch out! We all love a clown But we don't wanna see you climb up out the underground Watch out! If you don't like the sound Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town
Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! 1, 2, 3 3, 2, 1 Watch out!
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