
Keep It 100 WC
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[Intro]
Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey
[Chorus]
(When I'm in the hood) I'mma keep it 100
I'mma keep it 100, I'mma keep it 100
(What you talkin' bout?) I'mma keep it 100
I'mma keep it 100, I'mma keep it 100
(Keep it cool, dog) I'mma keep it 100
I'mma keep it 100, I'mma keep it 100
(Act a fool, dog) I'mma keep it 100
I'mma keep it 100, I'mma keep it 100
[W.C.]
Now the party didn't start till Dub bailed in
With a fresh white on smellin' like Patron
Blue pro fitted tilted to the side of the dome
Fo'-five on my side, nigga never alone
I'm the last of the reputables, jumpin' off the handlebars
Still gettin' money off the yola white scrambled hard
Three-wheelin' in a Caddy Brougham
It ain't P. Diddy bitch but tell 'em daddy's home
In a big frame, Big Swang, nigga just switched lanes
Now it's Lench Mob on the end of that chain
Now we clutchin' that clutch, all in the guts of these sluts
Lench Mob baby, ain't nobody fuckin' with us
W.C. the sickest, viscous, grip trig's and switches
Back givin' nig's the business
Down on my knees 'bout to gamble and shoot
(Serve they ass homie) Niggas can't handle the truth
Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey
[Chorus]
(When I'm in the hood) I'mma keep it 100
I'mma keep it 100, I'mma keep it 100
(What you talkin' bout?) I'mma keep it 100
I'mma keep it 100, I'mma keep it 100
(Keep it cool, dog) I'mma keep it 100
I'mma keep it 100, I'mma keep it 100
(Act a fool, dog) I'mma keep it 100
I'mma keep it 100, I'mma keep it 100
[W.C.]
Now the party didn't start till Dub bailed in
With a fresh white on smellin' like Patron
Blue pro fitted tilted to the side of the dome
Fo'-five on my side, nigga never alone
I'm the last of the reputables, jumpin' off the handlebars
Still gettin' money off the yola white scrambled hard
Three-wheelin' in a Caddy Brougham
It ain't P. Diddy bitch but tell 'em daddy's home
In a big frame, Big Swang, nigga just switched lanes
Now it's Lench Mob on the end of that chain
Now we clutchin' that clutch, all in the guts of these sluts
Lench Mob baby, ain't nobody fuckin' with us
W.C. the sickest, viscous, grip trig's and switches
Back givin' nig's the business
Down on my knees 'bout to gamble and shoot
(Serve they ass homie) Niggas can't handle the truth
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