WC - Walkin' In My Taylors lyrics

[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..