[C.T.:] I'm Banged out like the tongue on my chucks
[W.C.:] West, west, west, west, y'all
[W.C.:] Yeah, Hit them again ~ hey!
[T.N.:] Now Dub-C, Show them What tiiiime it is
[Verse 1: W.C.]
It ain't hard to figure it out
Dub-C y'all, what's all the bickering about
Lench Mob n***a, throw rocks, duck and dis us
n***az say f** us, but ain't f**ing with us
Y'all don't wanna see me like Medusa
We're getting moolah, can't barricade the Barracuda
Take my legs from me, look around and I'll be still there
Like Michael Conception counting money in my wheel chair
All day, every day, roll it up, celebrate
Have you n***az ever figure me? - I'm pimping separate
I'm trifle, psycho, loaded like a rifle
n***a I could do this in my sleep with my eyes closed
You're rocking with a G on the west
I know a n***a this grown shouldn't be so fresh
But I do this for my true fans who made me
So if you ain't a fan, I could give a f** if you play me
Cause I'm..
[Chorus: W.C.]
Hood famous, I'm getting paper
And won't change up, walking in my Taylors
f** haters, I'm getting paper
Throwing my dub up, walking in my Taylors
Hood famous, big swinging
Lench Mob claiming, walking in my Taylors
f** haters, I'm getting paper
Throwing my dub up, walking in my Taylors
[Verse 2: W.C.]
Hood n***a forever
Put a dub in the game, still surviving the weather
And I done seen it all (Seen it all?)
That's why f** with a chosen few, and keep my back up against the wall
Cause y'all n***az act like you never diced for the chippers
Acting like you got a p**y up under that zipper
But me, to the script, I'm sticking when I walk
Going keep, keeping it raw, cut from a different cloth
Made money, lost money, got it back touch
Plaques crip walk had the whole world on my nutsack
Lead spitter, bread winner, red getter, ran through a lot of figures
Holler at a lot of n***az, stayed true, never sold out
Kept it tight y'all, now I'm hearing b**h motherf**ers gonna write me off
Nobody feeling them I guess so
Catch you n***az in the line at my next show
Cause I'm..
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: W.C.]
Cadillac tinted, been in it for a minute
Mother f** a gimmick, it's the west side defended
And while you other n***az mimic I really live it
And push it to the limit, fly like a G5
A Cali n***a with the N.Y. to the side of my head like Ely
In my slingshot of Levis
Rolling on Sunset with dope in my car like T.I.
Itching, to put you in a box like a mortician
With the courtesy is out to George Clinton
f** a love song, slugs is thrown
And I been with it since popping with the white gloves on
Walking in the function, Picking up the Henn'
Looking for something to take home and stick something in
Dub Sizzlean pumping in your hole like gasoline
If you're looking for it, I got what you need
Cause I'm..
[Chorus]
[W.C.:] Yeah boy, oh! sh**
[W.C.:] These motherf**ers is gonna be right tonight
[W.C.:] STARCH DOWN!
[T.N.:] Goddamn n***a, how much starch you're gonna spray on the motherf**er?
[W.C.:] Enough til these motherf**ers stand up by their self
[T.N.:] n***a, you're crazy..