Just Clownin'

Lyrics

Back again, it's the jankiest, the jankiest- WC.
 Still gettin' my stalk on walk on.
 One of the G'est WSC riders
 One about the Feds on camera with the folded bandanna
 It's me the G you be a seein' Nighttrain sipper
 two fingers split I'ma get her once again I bring her
 Skip skip throw it up throw it up give it up or get rolled up
 swole up thought I told ya 'bout this Maad Circle Soldier.
 Allstars locs pieces khakis and linens
 the OG Godfather with the blue feather in it
 The shadiest nigga what's crackin' who got the sack and
 nigga what they goin' for everybody's on the floor
 Make way for the loccest cutthroat with a beard long as Moses
 walkin' through yo camps and striking penitentiary poses.
 A straight vet Connect Gang is my set
 Since a rook I did everything in the book
 Puttin' those thangs on ya like bing bing when I get ya
 Loc this rap game ain't ready for a real cap nigga.
 Not just clownin' we got thousands
 still out bangin' the streets
 Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting
 y'all can't see WC.
 Not just clownin' we got thousands
 still out bangin' the streets
 Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting
 y'all can't see WC.
 Now bow to the shadiest hood patrollin' west rollin'
 7 figure nigga still hi fi growin'
 Pistol holdin' bailin' with nothing but trues
 jumping out the fo' in the corduroy house shoes.
 WC a G been in these streets for years
 been loccin' since the Force MD's were singing "Tears"
 Now what the fuck a new nigga got to say to me
 I was pullin' 211's when KDAY was the Beat.
 1984 Lo Cali Sports Arena
 and off of jams I'm jackin' niggas for Filas
 When Run DMC and Jam Master first bust
 we was snatchin' mothafuckas outta Nissan trucks.
 Raised from a crew of real killers and knick kickers
 that never ran on ya but was quick to put them hands on ya
 Ha ha Man y'all better figure us out quick
 Ain't no rappers here we felons trying to make money at this here.
 Not just clownin' we got thousands
 still out bangin' the streets
 Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting
 y'all can't see WC.
 Not just clownin' we got thousands
 still out bangin' the streets
 Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting
 y'all can't see WC.
 It's the cap peeler night grinder west rider hood ratacider
 Deuce 4 7 all day everyday
 4 deep hittin' corners in a rag Chevrolet.
 Started out nada before I turned rich I used to do it for free
 but now I ride for the paper
 Maad Circle hit 'em up like bam
 Where y'all from them enemies don't act dumb
 y'all know where we from.
 It's that 15th letter 2 times with the S
 cut off Dickie wearing descendant from the West
 Steady square dumping in the center where the crowd
 with my flag on my head tied Aunt Jemima style.
 But ain't nobody trippin' cause we all about the ends
 plus fool I don't set trip I set trends
 now after this I'm givin' y'all about a year
 We gone see how many niggas grow braids in they beard.
 Not just clownin' we got thousands
 still out bangin' the streets
 Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting
 y'all can't see WC.
 Not just clownin' we got thousands
 still out bangin' the streets (a little louder)
 Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting
 y'all can't see WC. (come on, come on)
 Not just clownin' we got thousands
 still out bangin' the streets
 Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting
 y'all can't see WC.
 Not just clownin' we got thousands (the shadiest)
 still out bangin' the streets (the shadiest)
 Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting
 y'all can't see WC.
 The shadiest, the shadiest, the shadiest.
 

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Duration
03:59
Key
11
Tempo
96 BPM

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