Watch Out (hey You) Lyrics - You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having - Atmosphere

One little, two little, three little indie rap 

Headphones, backpack, watch 'em all... 

It goes watch out! 

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 screaming Headshots! 

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, shitting on me is so 2002, Bitch! 

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Turn your mic off, and turn the lights off 

Whoever 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 talking about(It goes) 

Watch out! 

We all love a clown 

But we don't wanna se 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 

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Cars drive by with the booming system 

I must be getting old cause the bass sounds ridiculous 

And nowadays, every body's biting 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, walking 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 

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 talking about(It goes) 

Watch out! 

We all love a clown 

But we don't wanna se 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 making 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 into a song 

And look, nowadays Rhymesayers 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 and 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 talking about(It goes) 

Watch out! 

We all love a clown 

But we don't wanna se 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