Watch Me Lyrics

from Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter

"Watch Me" is track #7 on the album Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter. It was written by Carter, Shawn / Mays, Robert / Lorenzo, Irving.
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"Watch Me" is track #7 on the album Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter. It was written by Carter, Shawn / Mays, Robert / Lorenzo, Irving.
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Yeah
Boom boom boom
D R E
Say it with me niggaz, boom boom
And Jay Z
Boom boom boom boom
What the fuck?
Boom boom boom boom
Watch me
Jigga man ya heard boom boom boom
Brooklyn ya heard boom boom booom
Compton
Gotti gotti ya heard
Yo c'mon

You gotta pop that styles, rock that watch dial
See that Benz? Cop that now drop that top down
They gon' kill us anyway them cops uptown
Hit holmes with forty one rounds
Live yo' life, get yo' ice she been with you since day one nigga
Trick on yo' wife spend that dough when in doubt take that trip
She ain't livin' for the moment homey shake that bitch

He that cool he can't take you nowhere then leave that fool
Be that rude if he that cool save for what ball 'til your days is up
This place is fucked all type of AIDS and such
How they make it where you afraid to fuck
They gave us drugs then turned around and investigated us
Life is short then you on life support
So in between it all I'm a say I seen it all, watch me

Place yourself in the shoes of true felons
And tell me you won't ball every chance you get
(Watch me)
At any, chance you hit
(That's right)
We live for the moment
(Yo, watch, watch)
Makes sense don't it now make dollars
(Watch me)
You see me around some cheese
(Watch me)
See me with hustlers around them G's
(Watch me)
Blowin' dro runnin' through pounds of weed
(Watch me)
At the bar baby, round's on me
(Watch me)

Watch me turn somethin' out of nothin' turn platinum from gold
Watch me light the cohiba off the Viking stove
I take an empty bank account fill it with oh's
I take an empty building then I fill it with hoes
Watch me cop that Coupe, shine for the ladies
Have 'em sayin', "Damn I never seen a watch that blue"
And while they still mesmerized I pop that cooch
Shit, law enforcement couldn't stop that dude

Guess who fresh off of 'Volume 2'
Back at you, peep the numbers my album do
They call me champagne hovah, wake up with a hangover
When y'all think the game's over do the same thing over
Still with the same soldiers
Still gettin' brain and it's plain ain't a thang gon' change over
Hop out the truck hand on my cock and nuts
Who got the bank I'm stoppin' it up watch me

Place yourself in the shoes of true felons
And tell me you won't ball every chance you get
(Watch me)
At any, chance you hit, we live for the moment
Makes sense don't it, now make dollars
(Watch me)
You see me around some cheese
(Watch me)
Hangin' with hustlers around them G's
(Watch me)
Blowin' dro runnin' through pounds of weed
(Watch me)
At the bar bitch round's on me
(Watch me)

Yo the watch too rocky, need shades
Continental sittin' on blades, spinnin' like waves
Gun too brocky, behave
Big shot, plus I'm feelin' like Rocky these days
Ice don't melt I could ski through a heatwave
Nights won't help you see Jay, it'll be day
My shit too bright, I rip through mics
Plus I push more powder than crystal light

Chick mad, said I hold my pistol too tight
Get a grip bitch, this how I get through life
I buy out the bar spit Crist' through the mic
See Jigga in the 6 and all the shit you like
See Jigga givin' dick to every bitch you like
I told her it's 'Jay-day and hit you night'
You wanna see me again you gotta get two dice
I got rules I can't hit you twice you heard me
Watch me

Place yourself in the shoes of true felons
And tell me you won't ball every chance you get
(That's right)
At any, chance you hit, we live for the moment
Makes sense don't it, now make dollars
(Watch me)
You see me around some cheese
(Watch me)
See me with hustlers around them G's
(Watch me)
Blowin' dro runnin' through pounds of weed
(Watch me)
At the bar baby round's on me
(Watch me)

(Watch me)
You see me around some cheese
(Watch me)
Hangin' with hustlers around them G's
(Watch me)
Blowin' dro runnin' through pounds of weed
(Watch me)
At the bar bitch, round's on me
(Watch me, watch me)

Jigga, Jigga shit huh
Brooklyn, Brooklyn shit huh
(Compton)
Gotti, gotti shit huh?
(C'mon)
Lil' rob shit huh
(C'mon)
Roc-a-fella shit y'all
(C'mon)
Murder, murder shit y'all
(Watch me)

Songwriters
CARTER, SHAWN / MAYS, ROBERT / LORENZO, IRVING

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