WC - Fo' All Y'All lyrics

{All y'all haters..} [WC] Yeah.. what's crackin ni'a? [WC] What's crackin ni'a? {All y'all haters..} [WC] Dub C.. connected with my homeboy Cavi' {All y'all haters gon' talk to this..} [WC] Y'all know what time it is [WC] Straight out the womb homey {All y'all haters..} [WC] I got a question; and it goes like this [WC] The question at hand - is how should I bang these, slang these Get 'em all to pullin out them hankies (uh-huh) Flip a cup to this, click it, load it up and bust to this Kick up dust to this, bust a U lay chalk to this to walk to this Stick you, hit you with one whistle {*whistling*} (ONE!) It's that rag hot twist doe (uh-huh) anti-disco (uh-huh) Long time, long see But we gon' put this rider car back together But gangsta's how it's gon' be (ni'a!) Stand up, n***a throw yo' hands up Wipe it off, crack it open loc' and turn the can up It's that G from the heart known for creepin in the dark And like Cyrus fool, I'm callin a meetin in the park (ni'a!) In Broughams and khakis, hoppin out the two-thousand-and-two Caddy Loc' it's Dub C and Cavi Cast it up, n***a smoke to this, gangstas dog and loc' to this Real n***as roll to this [Chorus: *sung*] All y'all haters gon' talk to this And all real gangstas gon' walk to this Cause all true players gon' mack to this Bump a rack to this, you know clap to this Cause some of y'all n***as can't play the game Cause some of y'all n***as can't do the thang Cause half of y'all n***as is scared of fame We chase the dreams and fulfill the game [Caviar] Catch me in this MC or catch me in a double-R G'd up and star (who is you?) Caviar Cold a** n***a when it comes to my chippers I'm nutty as a Snicker when it comes to legal tender Currency collector, bring it back now selector Catch a lick slippin and I'm quick to intercept her Cash like a pa**, mash to keep it comin Mr. Keep-A-Fat-Knot, I'm always up to somethin To get another tizzack, I bet the new llizzac Be on chrome feet, TV's with beat Matchin (?) do's with the PS2's Smokin Kervorkian, sippin VS2 (Fo' sha') Big dollars, Impalas Caviar got that bombay holla (oooh-ooh!) Haters hate to this, and lowriders scrape to this And all my real riders bounce rock skate to this [Chorus] [WC] Ghetto glamour, rolled up with my thumb on my hammer (clik clak) Lookin like I'm dealin with mo' snow than Santa Chronic in my lungs n***a, ice on my neck Twenty-two's on my truck, n***as after my deck (bump bump) Dank I need it to mash but it's time to ride And for my n***as incarcerated I grind and push this line (ni'a) Sip malt liquor twist braids straight bankin G'd up and fo' all y'all I'ma stay swangin [Caviar] Oh yeah, you know we stay on that gangsta page Golf hats, Romeos, twelve gauge and braids O.T. trips, cutties with Euro clips Keep 'em smokin Gladys Knight with the E on the Pip Dip with new fits and whips so we can twist Like Daytons, got my revenue stop hatin In the paint Cavi' go hard on y'all Boss ballin y'all, this fo' all y'all ni'a [Chorus] {All y'all haters..} [WC] What's crackin? Dub C and Cavi {All y'all haters..} [WC] Fort Knox, bandanna swangin collab' [WC] Y'all know what time it is {All y'all haters gon' talk to this..} [WC] Heh heh, yeah, Exit Wounds, Exit Wounds {All y'all haters..} [WC] Puttin in work, Fort Knox {All y'all haters..} [WC] Real sh**, can't f** with it {All y'all haters..} [WC] Stuck with it.. n***a, what's crackin? {All y'all haters gon' talk to this..} [WC] Yeah.. {All y'all haters..} [WC] Y'know! "Definition, villain!" -] MC Ren {*scratched*} {*ad lib singing and scratching "Gangsta Gangsta" to fade*}