[Intro: WC]
Ahh shit, god damn, niggas done fucked up
W.C. and Face done hooked up
From the West to the South, worldwide nigga
Y'all know what I'm talkin' about
We gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggas
On the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out
[Chorus: WC]
Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know
It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos
(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears, toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)
Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know
It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos
(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears, toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)
[Verse 1: WC]
I started off small-time
Snatchin' purses and robbin' niggas for all mine
Used to love to catch you niggas known to high sign
Bomb on they ass from the blind side
My big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier
So understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper
A teenager, hollow-point slugger
In the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter
Gots to get mo' money, mo' money
Can't get pussy with no money, it's funny
When I was broke bitches laughed
'Til I met this bitch by the name of rap (Uh-oh)
Now with my Night Train it's X.O (X.O)
So Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes (Byatch)
I know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang
But I convert the jack game to the rap game (Ching-ching), motherfucker
Ahh shit, god damn, niggas done fucked up
W.C. and Face done hooked up
From the West to the South, worldwide nigga
Y'all know what I'm talkin' about
We gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggas
On the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out
[Chorus: WC]
Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know
It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos
(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears, toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)
Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know
It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos
(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears, toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)
[Verse 1: WC]
I started off small-time
Snatchin' purses and robbin' niggas for all mine
Used to love to catch you niggas known to high sign
Bomb on they ass from the blind side
My big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier
So understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper
A teenager, hollow-point slugger
In the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter
Gots to get mo' money, mo' money
Can't get pussy with no money, it's funny
When I was broke bitches laughed
'Til I met this bitch by the name of rap (Uh-oh)
Now with my Night Train it's X.O (X.O)
So Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes (Byatch)
I know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang
But I convert the jack game to the rap game (Ching-ching), motherfucker
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