Just Clownin'

WC

(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
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