Urban Mystic Lyrics - Watch Out lyrics

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[Urban Mystic]
OHHHHHHHH
Yo say there mama
now wont you say how do you do
I got some business and its dealing with you
so wont you came and give a nigga yo number
so I can hit you up later, dont 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 Urbans- im in a Hummer
we got the ice that makes it feel
cold up in the summer
and if youre feeling this then put yo hands up
and if youre feeling this then put yo hands up

Say there mama you got a thang goin on
better watch out i been watching all night long
it aint a problem til we ride t il the break of dawn
and I aint 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
yall be strung out oh girl I know that you can hold out
me and Stacks floating with ends lets get it poppin no lie
hold on

[Stacks]
You know whos back with some hoes
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cuz we go roll out where you coming from homey
you ever seen a thug walk you know how we do
dont need no bodyguards nigga Urbans my crew
I see you shacking that ma you need to hitch a ride home
check out my wrists and baby and wig
its every color on that rainbow
dont you understand straight we be
pimpin like this we just some men in here sipping
and niggas spitting to get a b*tch
aint no missing- the hits are just coming so dont be running from kid
who wants to kick it with you
Gs yall know the game in and out like a vetern
hold up, you aint heard this Stacks and Mystic
ask them b*tches when we just turn them into statistics

Hey there mama
bring them home to me

[Urban Mystic]
Nigga watch that
when I step up into the club
niggas see that I got a bottle of Bub
cuz im a soldier thought I told ya
cuz when I come on this mic im taking over
they call me Urban cuz im 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
aint having that I be damned if im let a let a nigga touch that
all I gotta do is hit my boy Stacks and we gone
bring it to the table let them know that theyre able
to buy the sony table

Hey there mama you got a thing
bring them home to me
bounce wit me