Buddha Monk - Watchin\' Me lyrics

rate me

Stay off the radar, banging with the guitar

Better ya sit to par, Duc Lo in the strip bar

I bumped into this dancing chick and her name was Caviar

Only richer cause I knew star

From the bottom of my shot glass, saw more than ass

Zoom, reaching for his cash or his gun in his bag

Sometimes I feel like somebody's watchin' me

Got a trick for a proof, disappear on the same slang on 'em

Bang on 'em, get ghetto James Bond on 'em

I ain't seen nothing, I ain't heard nothing

First thing, don't let 'em know, know last name is nothing

Eh-yo here's the situation, my name is Joe Ski

Rap niggaz hating, I won't face defeat

Parasites waiting to deflate me of energy

Running, hunting a V, in my vest with no fee

Was gonna get the trees, stay on point for the enemy

Death to the mothafuckas, niggaz ain't shit to me

I can't afford to go back, man

Talk so much beef so what you kidnap him

Hogtie him and duct tape him

And if you try to catch me I'm escaping

The D.A. don't want me in music

Like the way they locked me down in the drug game

I always feel like somebody's watchin' me

And I ain't got no privacy... ohh ohh ohh

I always feel like somebody's watchin' me

Oh tell me who can it be? Ohh ohh ohh

My patience is gone, know where is he?

An eye for an eye means a new identity

Fingertips cut cause the feds are befriending me

Fifth to the rib cause it won't be the end of me

Stash a leaf in the bulletproof

Grab the heat in my shining Brooklyn Zu

Sound like my faith is gonna die from my infrared

Cause we all little shivers or bullets scared

Oriental mocassins cover my feet

Skimasks, vests, black gloves and gold teeth

Still scoping a nigga from across the street

But once again, feeling the agony of defeat

I was raised where it's drawn

F.B.I. got taps on our phone, rats in our homes

Slugs worth life time, knife work, three consecutive nines

Fight scenes, grateful for mines

I'm Duc Lo, giving songs of Picasso

Still watching my house from crime mafia boats

Now more horsey, more horsey

Partner you ain't got no wins in mi casa

Your land of the dreams ain't nothing but dreams

Get up off yo' ass and get that C.R.E.A.M.

M.O.B., nigga, money over bitches

Snitches get lifted, clipped from ya slipping