CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Watch Your Man
(Mello made it right)
Don't watch me, better watch your man
Drum the sticks like a main event
Cut off if you try your hand
Could care less what these b*t*hes sayin'
I do that sh*t 'cause I know I can
I like that b*t*h 'cause I know I am
And I keep that sh*t on me
You'll never catch me in a jam (Yeah)
My hair and makeup done up (Yeah)
If you don't like me, shut the f**k up
We party 'til the sun up (Yeah)
If you got a problem, run up (Run up)
R-r-run up (Run up)
In my city, I'm a staple
Rockin' Rick down to my ankles
Smoking gas, no, we ain't vapin'
I run this sh*t, no, I ain't racin'
Go out and get it, stop complainin', b*t*h
Why you always hatin', sis?
Pull up in that who-that-be
But you know who the hell it is
Tinted windows, candy paint
Got the haters mad again
Keep a hook, no candy cane
I only smoke exotic strains
F**k with me, we blow your brains
Bust it down, don't like it plain
Me and you are not the same, n-not the same
Don't watch me, better watch your man
Drum the sticks like a main event
—Vent, —vent
Don't watch me better watch your man
—Vent, —vent
You shoulda seen the last time a b*t*h tried to f**k with us
Make him jump like double dutch
Smoke a b*t*h and roll her up
I'm with that gettin' money sh*t and you be out with such and such
You say that I do too much
Quite frankly, you don't do enough
Yeah, I got these b*t*hes p*ssed
Every day, I got a different wig and a different kit
Got these b*t*hes stressed, they smokin' cigs
Yeah, you said that you would slide, but you never slid
I ain't got to tell these hoes my name, they know who it is
Don't watch me, better watch your man
Drum the sticks like a main event
Cut off if you try your hand
Could care less what these b*t*hes sayin'
I do that sh*t 'cause I know I can
I like that b*t*h 'cause I know I am
And I keep that sh*t on me
You'll never catch me in a jam (Yeah)
My hair and makeup done up (Yeah)
If you don't like me, shut the f**k up
We party 'til the sun up (Yeah)
If you got a problem, run up (Run up)
R-r-run up (Run up)
In my city, I'm a staple
Rockin' Rick down to my ankles
Smoking gas, no, we ain't vapin'
I run this sh*t, no, I ain't racin'
Go out and get it, stop complainin', b*t*h
Why you always hatin', sis?
Pull up in that who-that-be
But you know who the hell it is
Tinted windows, candy paint
Got the haters mad again
Keep a hook, no candy cane
I only smoke exotic strains
F**k with me, we blow your brains
Bust it down, don't like it plain
Me and you are not the same, n-not the same
Don't watch me, better watch your man
Drum the sticks like a main event
—Vent, —vent
Don't watch me better watch your man
—Vent, —vent
You shoulda seen the last time a b*t*h tried to f**k with us
Make him jump like double dutch
Smoke a b*t*h and roll her up
I'm with that gettin' money sh*t and you be out with such and such
You say that I do too much
Quite frankly, you don't do enough
Yeah, I got these b*t*hes p*ssed
Every day, I got a different wig and a different kit
Got these b*t*hes stressed, they smokin' cigs
Yeah, you said that you would slide, but you never slid
I ain't got to tell these hoes my name, they know who it is
