WC, Kannon “Caviar” Cross - Fo’ All Y’All lyrics

The question at hand - is
How should I bang these, slang these
Get 'em all to pullin out them hankies
(uh huh) flip a cup to this, click it
Load it up and bust to this
Kick up dust to this
Bust a U lay chalk to this to walk to this

(ONE) it's that rag hot twist doe
(uh huh) anti-disco (uh huh)
Long time, long see
But we gon' put this rider car back together
But gangsta's how it's gon' be (ni'a)
Stand up, nigga throw yo' hands up
Wipe it off
Crack it open loc' and turn the can up
It's that G from the heart known
For creepin in the dark and like Cyrus fool
I'm callin a meetin in the park (ni'a)
In Broughams and khakis
Hoppin out the two-thousand-and-two Caddy
Loc' it's Dub C and Cavi
Cast it up, nigga smoke to this
Gangstas dog and loc' to this
Real niggas roll to this

All y'all haters gon' talk to this
And all real gangstas gon' walk to this
Cause all true players gon' mack to this
Bump a rack to this, you know clap to this
Cause some of y'all niggas
Can't play the game
Cause some of y'all niggas
Can't do the thang
Cause half of y'all niggas is scared of fame
We chase the dreams and fulfill the game

Catch me in this MC or catch me in a double-R
G'd up and star (who is you?) Caviar
Cold ass nigga when it comes to my chippers
I'm nutty as a Snicker when
It comes to legal tender currency collector
Bring it back now selector
Catch a lick slippin and I'm
Quick to intercept her
Cash like a pass, mash to keep it comin
Mr keep-A-Fat-Knot
I'm always up to somethin
To get another tizzack, I bet the new llizzac
Be on chrome feet, TV's with beat
Matchin do's with the PS2's
Smokin Kervorkian, sippin VS2
(Fo' sha') Big dollars, Impalas
Caviar got that bombay holla (oooh ooh)
Haters hate to this
And lowriders scrape to this
And all my real riders bounce
Rock skate to this

Ghetto glamour
Rolled up with my thumb on my hammer
(clik clak) lookin like I'm dealin with
Mo' snow than Santa
Chronic in my lungs nigga, ice on my neck
Twenty-two's on my truck
Niggas after my deck (bump bump)
Dank I need it to mash but it's time to ride
And for my niggas incarcerated I
Grind and push this line (ni'a)
Sip malt liquor twist braids straight bankin
G'd up and fo' all
Y'all I'ma stay swangin

Oh yeah
You know we stay on that gangsta page
Golf hats, Romeos, twelve gauge and braids
OT trips, cutties with Euro clips
Keep 'em smokin Gladys Knight with
The E on the Pip
Dip with new fit's and whips so we can twist
Like Daytons, got my revenue stop hatin
In the paint Cavi' go hard on y'all
Boss ballin y'all
This fo' all y'all ni'a