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Watch Your Mouth
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Charts
Peak #67
Peak in subgenre #12
Author
Cristophyz
Rights
Street Money Records
Uploaded
December 08, 2008
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MP3 4.3 MB, 128 kbps, 4:42
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Danceable
coffee-place
dancefloor
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
Lyrics
Verse 1:These niggas talking out the side of they neck'- incorrect dialect- street ends nigga' no outlet- don't get trapped in the projects'- we hustlin hard- and anything that you want- come and fuck wit your boy- got them automatic toys' that we keep in the yard- most times when niggas beefing- it's over these broads- you don't wanna get involved- with these killers- revolvers to 9 milly's- real talk's don't come around talking silly- Verse 2: it's to the point of no return- blaze a blunt' and let it burn- when will these niggas learn- wait your motherfuckin turn- mix the haze with the sherm- Dallas Texas' where I'm from- born and raised motherfucker' where we play with them guns- in broad day we pistol play- send shots every which a way- watch out cause they ricochet!' watch out cause they ricochet- in broad day' we pistol play' send shots every which a way'- watch out cause they ricochet- watch out cause they ricochet- hey!- I'm from Dallas Texas' tha murda capital- per capital- be careful what you asking for- I got cases out the ass- all I do is chase cash- I just bought my lawyer' a brand new Jag- I know Perry Mason' the real Perry Mason- he beat the case and- everybody seen me waste him- im connected like a Mason- im not a rapper!- I move the snow like a tractor- in a Blizzard'- with tna digital scale I'ma wizard- I'm weighing up a thousand nicks- run out of batteries- I bought a watch for a buc- a whole different strategy- all I know is hustlin!' so you really can't be mad at me! Verse 3: First off fuck your bitch!' and the click you claim- Grove side crip gang- come equipped with game- I ain't got a good aim- but my clip it hangs- you claim' to me a gangsta!- but I fucked your hoe- put that blow up her nose- and make her snort some more- now she's a fein for life- pussy nigga gone make her your wife- now it's all about fugazi'- you copy my ste- just wait until I see you- you fuckin Bobby Z- run and hide when you see Cristophyz- run inside when you see Cristophyz- you start snitching- but you punks didn't finish- now you about to feel the rath of a menace!' nigga I don't give a fuck!-
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