[Intro: DJ Crazy Toones]
DJ Crazy Toones in this motherfuckers finna bust you niggas' heads
[Verse 1: WC & DJ Crazy Toones]
Yeah, we back, niggas
Fuck giving death to niggas
West side till I die, what's happening, nigga
It's that rich rollin' lockdown
Big green smokin' out
Quit walkin' surplus poster child
Hittin' and sippin' and perkin' on this liquor, workin' them triggers (Hey)
And when my album drop, there's curtains for you niggas
I got a cult followin', I'm dangerous
My fans look like a gang of deaf niggas
Throwin' up sign language on the dub with the A to the K-I-M
I woulda killed you niggas last sound, but the trigger jammed
So I shook Def Jam and kicked the switch, man
Now it's anybody killin' if it ain't Liech Mob or Big Swain
Fuck niggas, fuck bitches, fuck all the hype (Hype)
Fuck, fuck you, you ain't tight, you ain't your nozzle eyes (Bitch)
Fuck radio and video, so fuck a labеl
I walk in your mix, I'm eatin' piss on the table
Wrеckin' tours, take a check on who they checkin' for
Steppin' out the Cadillac with suicide doors
So let the liquor pour (DJ Crazy Toones), motherfuckers
Before I'm tryin' to put my Chucks down on the pedal on the 6-4
Check scrutter, check figure, stay checkin', niggas
Lot of cowards try, but they can't get with us
It's the tech gripper, best splitter
Claim the West, nigga, get you in the bathroom
And take that chain off your chest, nigga
Ain't hatin' change, smoke them comin', you niggas
Still down to catch a fade with any one of you niggas
So after this I'm done with you niggas
And since most of y'all can't take a ass whoopin', I'm gunnin', you niggas
Been rappin' runnin' LA streets
I'm gettin' 20 thousand a show
Skip across stage on my feet in presidential suites, gettin' licked to my feet
Leavin' us days in golden fur, chicken crease on the sheets (Crazy Toones)
Niggas mad cuz I'm maneuverin' past in a new Jag
Windows down yellin' fuck you fags (Fuck 'em)
Leanin' on that new leather like shoe tags
'Cause me and money go together like pockets in blue rags
Like tricks and hoes, like rain and storms
Like guns and drugs, Kirk Franklin and porns
Like dicks and pussies, like weed and zags
Johnny Gill and Eddie Murphy, like police and fags
When we come through, look at how they all frown
Me and Cube walk through, we shut the Fox seals mall down
Niggas wanna get me, cuz they bitch came with
But left with us in a Bently
The what you expect, she was curious
The diamonds are so serious, nigga, wha's a CT experience
Swingshot, chest up, heads up, the best is us
Hoes down, motherfucker, what's up
DJ Crazy Toones in this motherfuckers finna bust you niggas' heads
[Verse 1: WC & DJ Crazy Toones]
Yeah, we back, niggas
Fuck giving death to niggas
West side till I die, what's happening, nigga
It's that rich rollin' lockdown
Big green smokin' out
Quit walkin' surplus poster child
Hittin' and sippin' and perkin' on this liquor, workin' them triggers (Hey)
And when my album drop, there's curtains for you niggas
I got a cult followin', I'm dangerous
My fans look like a gang of deaf niggas
Throwin' up sign language on the dub with the A to the K-I-M
I woulda killed you niggas last sound, but the trigger jammed
So I shook Def Jam and kicked the switch, man
Now it's anybody killin' if it ain't Liech Mob or Big Swain
Fuck niggas, fuck bitches, fuck all the hype (Hype)
Fuck, fuck you, you ain't tight, you ain't your nozzle eyes (Bitch)
Fuck radio and video, so fuck a labеl
I walk in your mix, I'm eatin' piss on the table
Wrеckin' tours, take a check on who they checkin' for
Steppin' out the Cadillac with suicide doors
So let the liquor pour (DJ Crazy Toones), motherfuckers
Before I'm tryin' to put my Chucks down on the pedal on the 6-4
Check scrutter, check figure, stay checkin', niggas
Lot of cowards try, but they can't get with us
It's the tech gripper, best splitter
Claim the West, nigga, get you in the bathroom
And take that chain off your chest, nigga
Ain't hatin' change, smoke them comin', you niggas
Still down to catch a fade with any one of you niggas
So after this I'm done with you niggas
And since most of y'all can't take a ass whoopin', I'm gunnin', you niggas
Been rappin' runnin' LA streets
I'm gettin' 20 thousand a show
Skip across stage on my feet in presidential suites, gettin' licked to my feet
Leavin' us days in golden fur, chicken crease on the sheets (Crazy Toones)
Niggas mad cuz I'm maneuverin' past in a new Jag
Windows down yellin' fuck you fags (Fuck 'em)
Leanin' on that new leather like shoe tags
'Cause me and money go together like pockets in blue rags
Like tricks and hoes, like rain and storms
Like guns and drugs, Kirk Franklin and porns
Like dicks and pussies, like weed and zags
Johnny Gill and Eddie Murphy, like police and fags
When we come through, look at how they all frown
Me and Cube walk through, we shut the Fox seals mall down
Niggas wanna get me, cuz they bitch came with
But left with us in a Bently
The what you expect, she was curious
The diamonds are so serious, nigga, wha's a CT experience
Swingshot, chest up, heads up, the best is us
Hoes down, motherfucker, what's up
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