Just Clownin' (Explicit) - WC

Composed by：WC

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Back again it's the jankiest the jankiest

W C

Still gettin' my stalk on walk on

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One of the G'est W S C 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 O G Godfather with the blue feather in it

The shadiest n***a what's crackin' who got the sack and

N***a 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 n***a

Not just clownin' we got thousands

Still out bangin' the streets streets

Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting

Y'all can't see W C C 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 W C

Now bow to the shadiest hood patrollin' west rollin'

Seven figure n***a still hi fi growin'

Pistol holdin' bailin' with nothing but trues

Jumping out the fo' in the corduroy house shoes

W C a G been in these streets for years

Been loccin' since the Force M D's were singing tears

Now what the f**k a new n***a got to say to me

I was pullin' two one one's when K-day was the beat

Nineteen eighty four Lo Cali Sports Arena

And off of jams I'm jackin' n***as for Filas

When Run D M C and Jam Master first bust

We was snatchin' mothaf**kas 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

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 streets

Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting

Y'all can't see W C C

Not just clownin' we got thousands

Still out bangin' the streets streets

Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting

Y'all can't see W C C

It's the cap peeler night grinder west rider hood ratacider

Deuce four seven all day everyday

Four 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 fifteenth letter to 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 n***as grow braids in they beard

Not just clownin' we got thousands

Still out bangin' the streets streets

Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting

Y'all can't see W C C

Not just clownin' we got thousands

Still out bangin' the streets streets

Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting

Y'all can't see W C C

Not just clownin' we got thousands

Still out bangin' the streets streets

Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting

Y'all can't see W C C

Not just clownin' we got thousands

Still out bangin' the streets streets

Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting

Y'all can't see W C C

The shadiest

The shadiest

The shadiest

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