WC - Get Out lyrics

[Verse 1: WC] Who wanna roll with a real n***a? - itchy finger, wine hitter Waiting at the back of the club sipping liquor with Don figures Diamonds on my bedazzles and bandannas is my apparel Trying to take these who*es to the next level Just off on parole, pocket full of dough Blowing Blueberry in V.I.P with X.O I know it's hard to believe, you ain't never seen a rider With so many rocks in this flea color (BLING! BLING!) The ghetto Michael Jordan of Rap penetrating Stepped up away from the game and came back like retaliation Now it's on til they bury me (COME ON!!) Get them up, hit them up Back balling for life, living it up Used to wear a Ski Mask where the cash be Now I'm 'Rich Rolling' with girls, riding this black Ashy It's 'Cash Over Ass' - you know what I'm saying? They need to bending over, I'm paying [Chorus: Black Chill & DJ Crazy Toones X2] [DJ Crazy T.:] b*tch GET OUT!! [Black Chill:] If we ain't f**ing tonight, if we ain't f**ing tonight [DJ Crazy T.:] b*tch GET OUT!! [Black Chill:] If you ain't s**ing tonight, if you ain't s**ing tonight [Verse 2: WC] Love me or love me not, Dub gonna stay on the tattle Making Chicken Heads swallow I know all of y'all trying to get paid for the Sex play But I see through these jams like X-Ray Swerving on the highway with the knight vision From South Central to Down South that's my mission On my way to the Strip Club to spend a little bit Don Bacardi, Party and Bullsh** Chop dirty money on the Wood Grave with my out of town players Cause Game Recognize Game, chasing cheese Lacing up pieces of presidential with sweet hits Switching who*es like leases, all weekend Got them tricks spreading them a**-cheeks and Box Springs and Mattress is squeaking; Pimps up, who*es down And if you ain't f**ing, don't bring your a** around [Chorus: Black Chill & DJ Crazy Toones X2] [Verse 3: WC] Yeah, roll that sh**, light that sh** Throw that there, b**h! put something in the air I got more humps and four pumps to make your crew jump Eight times, threw in the chumps Anti pretty n***a, greedy n***a - f** the industry n***a Roll my penitentiary Tennessee n***a in jail clothes With balls big as shell toes Trying to see naked bu*t a**holes and elbows Out for Skrilla, pimp the game like a gorilla Still a banger, lap dance nipple filler (n***a) Loaded, Arm One, squatting down low and taking flicks Correctional Facility posing, came up the hard route But now I'm hood Start-out Pull a card out, we're about to buy the pour-out Drunk a lot, touched the cot b**h! we ain't play with it, we just f** a lot [Chorus: Black Chill & DJ Crazy Toones X2] [Black Chill:] b*tch GET OUT!!