This is the old brother..
OOOOhh! WEEE - Who's car is that?
That belongs to me!
Now, here he is ladies and gentlemen
Look at all these thugs
W.C.
Are you ready? (YEAHH!)
Are you ready?
Ladies and gentlemen, a rap Thug
Is rarely having fun.. very fine
Dub-C, Are you ready? (YEAHH!)
[Verse 1: W.C.]
To all the Rémy sippers, Lo-Lo dippers, the sack clippers
Zip lock zips, the Pyrex packing shippers
Big head dollar folders, gun holders, with the Shepherd rollers
Peep game as I fire up this Dojah
Show us how the n***a puts down for looking Nate
SC later, nutty eight area
Rap star still making sales for chickens, don't get it twisted
When I retire, I'm walking with a ticket
Mad dogging n***az, ain't nothing funny
Motherf** Jerry McGuire, show this n***a Dub got money
In out of town spot, where I can make a profit
With a colored handkerchief hanging out my back pocket
Steady banging from my cheep a** on these fools
Can't stop til I get money like that n***a Cube
Blow my Chronic out the Six double-O on Cruise Controlling
My pocket is so swollen, I gotsta have it, rich rolling
[Chorus: CJ Mac]
Rich rolling, never stolen, heater holding
Wheels rolling, she know it, he know it
Weed rolling, seeks whoring
Where y'all can't hang til you crib to move things
[Verse 2: W.C.]
Sitting and reminiscing about the days of way back
Before the LPs and the Platinum Plugs
When all I had to do is start rhyming at the back stores
Girls sleeping on the floor, selling sacks out the backdoor
I remember n***az pointing and staring and yelling
Look at that n***a rolling in the RX ??
b**hes laughing at me cause I'm rolling a Bucket
With the prime on the side of my doors, I'm like fu*k IT!
Known someday I'll be that n***a they be jocking
Three years later, for sure it's on and popping
I see the same fools, back stage calling my name
Broke as f**, looking like that n***a Eddie Kane
The game is still the same, but the players done chance
Cause now I push luxuries on bang to Connect Gang
The Rich Rolling, the Four Fingers up, two twisted in the..
Oh! f** it, y'all know the slogan (For Sure!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: W.C.]
Now I done seen n***az come, and seen n***az go
Whack motherf**ers, sheezy a** videos
I've watched them fall up in charges like a brick
Talking that true MC can't keep a real sh**
See, I love to freestyle, but if I can't get paid
At the end of the day, I'm like No! Comprende?
Cause if Keeping the Real is being broke
fu*k! this Rap sh**, I'm going back to full-time slanging Coke
Laughing at this n***az whose swearing they're the bomb
Working on their fourth albums still living with moms
Three Strikes you're out, pack your sh** and shake
Stick to Flipping Burgers and making Mixtapes
Cause if 'It Don't Make Dollars, It Don't Make Sense'
And apparently them freestyles, ain't paying the Rent
So I'ma let you other motherf**ers keep on roll broken
And in the meanwhile, Dub-C gonna keep on rich rolling
[Outro: DJ Crazy Toones Scratching quote from 'West Up!']
Connect Gang.. Connect Gang.. Yeah, Uhh.. Crazy Toones
So busters be wary cause see we represent.. represent.. WESTSIDE!!
So busters be wary cause see we represent.. representing this.. WESTSIDE!!
WEST.. WEST.. WESTSIDE!!