WC, the MAAD Circle, Madness 4 Real, Dr. Jam - Taking Ova lyrics

It's that MAAD Circle, lil'-ass loc'ed out
Tick-tick boom, here to clear the room
Get em like this when I drop number three
Cause ain't nobody bad like me
It's the, it's the rizzapper
You wanna c-c-c-clack, what? Yeah fool
Run up
Non-believers who didn't believe us
That we was comin back out
Y'all can eat this
Diggidy-diggedy-dick in ya mouth
Cause papa's got a brand new bag here to tag
With the 44 mag that'll Color you Badd
And to you rap critics who
Said I wouldn't last
I need to jump out the
Speakers and strangle your ass
Cause never would I let the politics in rap
Or the shady contracts play me out like that
I know you can't stand to
See a real loc'ster ride
So let it rain, let it drip fool, dump on

So all you locsters and you hoes
Grab yo khakis and yo locs
It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle
Takin over your radio
Nod your head to this here song
You like me, get your straight mob on

You shoulda known it don't stop
This is just a taste
So party people play like Xscape
And just 'kick off your shoes
And relax your feet'
Bump that brand new Double-U-C
I been spendin the most of my time in the cut
Finessin my skills so one day I could bust
Off a fresh, fresh fresh, fresh
The beats that are fresh, fresh
Comin from the wild wild west
But it's got to be different
Than the nor nor normal styles
That I be dishin
Kickin, stickin, but still grippin
Pop, pop, fizz, fizz
It's 1995 and I'm sick of this shit
And when rappers as they dangle from my jock
Pickin mo' niggas up than jack in a box
It don't stop

So all you locsters and you hoes
Grab yo khakis and yo locs
It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle
Takin over your radio
Nod your head to this here song
You like me, get your straight mob on

This year I'm takin my props
And like my nigga P said it
Don't stop till the casket drop

Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub

Quick, somebody help me out
Get the taser gun
Doub's under the sun and it's f-f-f-fun
Here to represent, no better yet
Here to claim
That loc'ed out MA-MA-MA-MAAD Circle gang
Fool
Marks keep on slippin, slippin -
No wait a minute, dudes, wrong song
You know what, I'mma just give em a touch
Of what? That funk-funk-funky stuff
Niggas imitate
But they can't flip it like this
Nah sit, Boo Boo sit, let go my dick
Cause I've been watchin, watchin
Watchin you watchin me
WC and no, my name ain't Winnie
I ain't got a perm muthafucka
But lyrics I got plenty
And when it comes to this
I'm rankin at the top
On my beach cruiser, puttin in work
It don't stop

So all you locsters and you hoes
Grab yo khakis and yo locs
It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle
Takin over your radio
Nod your head to this here song
You like me, get your straight mob on

You shoulda known it don't stop
The Circle never fakes the funk
So muthafuckas give it up

Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub