WC - Just Clownin’ lyrics
[WC - Just Clownin’ lyrics]
(Talking) Back againit's the
Jankiest the jankiest
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 D- U- B- C Nighttrain sipper
Two fingers split I'mma 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
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
At Uncle Jamms Army 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
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 minor before I turned major
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
Jankiest the jankiest
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 D- U- B- C Nighttrain sipper
Two fingers split I'mma 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
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
At Uncle Jamms Army 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
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 minor before I turned major
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