(Talking) Back again...It`s the jankiest the jankiest
Still gettin` my stalk on walk on
Verse 1
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
Chorus
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
(Repeat)
Verse 2
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` fools 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
(Talking) Ha ha Man y`all better figure us out quick
Ain`t no rappers here we felons trying to make money at this here.
Chorus
Verse 3
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.
Chorus with ad libs `til end
