could suck my dick! I'm on a high-speed chase, with two money bags, *woman screams* and a screamin' ass BITCH It's All Bad! Chorus: WC w/ cops [cops] "
WESSIIIR FOR LIIIRR NIIRR! What you bitch ass niggas didn't think I was comin' back. I told y'all niggas, I told all you niggas. You niggas couldn't fade
Boy, Lench Mob is on point I got to warn ya, this is California Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back South Central couldn't hold his potential Monumental, hood credentials W
Willie Calloway What this fool talkin bout? Yeah If y'all think I'm goin back to that muthafucka, you're crazy Muthafuckas [ VERSE 1: W.C. ] It all started
[WC] You niggaz can't fade this nutty-ass cutthroat Maad Circle villain Leanin, scheamin in the Gremlin Sippin on Mak Duk, on my way to Compton to pick
[WC] Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it So many of us done lost lives to the streets
ass jeans and penny loafers But highly recommended for nigaas sporting Khakis, house shoes and locs Oh my God it can save us all Yeah we back motherfucker W
[Chorus] Slow motion for me, Slow motion for me, Move it(Three-wheeling) I like it like that, she working that back I don't know how to act(2x) Me and
(*spanish*) Let's take a trip.. [WC] Initiated, gang related a zig-zag litted Straight homicider when I'm sick with it I tank, feels the pain, pistols
I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy Jacks in a shack with my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck back High as a UFO, standin in my drawers in the hall, talkin
[W.C.] Down on my motherfuckin luck Hangin at the park, shootin dice, and I just got.. bucked And now I'm mad cause I'm broke as hell Cause a nigga's
(man) Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit (other man) lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit (man) hey, look, nigga get out there, nigga
Johnson Droppin my third album, back for more like Charles Bronson Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em Takin this so-called gangster rap to another level The capital W
hands up like a robbery I solemnly swear to stay down and slang the seed I spit in the name of the streets [Chorus: Nate Dogg + W.C.] I'm gonna roll (
they ass needs me went independent last CD still sold a shitload of records no radio or TV and Im stickin to the program Chucks on the concrete While the Cadillac door slams The "W
is Los Angeles, gang capital of the nation Gang capital of the nation, this is Los Angeles I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga W.C,
[Ice Cube] 1, 2, 3, 4 Get you a bitch up on the floor You gotta get up and get down (WALK!) You gotta get up and get down (WALK!) [WC] To the Weeeeeeest
I'm Banged out like the tongue on my chucks Wes,wes,wes,west, ya'll Yeah Hit em again hey Now Dub C Show em What tiiiime it is It ain't hard to figure