Wc Rocks lyrics

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Send "Wc Rocks" Ringtone to your Cell [ Young Prod ] What`s up Cartel representin for all the real niggas that represent from both coasts East and west, nigga, like that To all you bitch-ass niggas dissin this gangsta shit Fuck y`all, no love What`s up, Treach, Kay Gee, Vin-Rock Youknowmsayin, puttin it down Ill and Al Skratch All the west coast homies Knowmsayin? Let`s rock [ Young Prod ] I felt the slaughter and thought I oughta rip off niggas` faces Interphase my razorblades, cause this is gangsta Collapse perhaps when a strap split you between your eyes 40mm infrared beams, homicides .45`s, .44 Desert Eagles to the skies Tec-9s, Mac-10s, the biggest to the smallest size And I ride these ghetto streets when I`m high L.A.C., S.C.C. d.o.g. and that`s right I put that on my mama, I hears the drama from the bitch coast Killer, better feel a realer nigga from the west coast Now just suppose you was on the west coast And you got caught up in the drama with the baby locs You say it ain`t real, but now you`re feelin like a hoe Cause a nigga 13 done knocked yo ass to the flo` [ Rhimeson ] Now nigga, what`s happenin, it`s the cavi and the gee that c-ride My chest full of that doja, finna slug, hittin the thai The Hen got a nigga brain cells on nutty Come with a Tec, roll in a bucket, broke as fuck, yellin "Fuck it!" I`m hittin niggas up as I swerve down your block Yellin "Cartel", yo westside rider, it don`t stop Put a slug in a nigga`s ass like a c Knock him off like a d, beatin his ass like a tree Rhimeson regulatin more blocks than Fort Knox I`m the baddest batter parlayin clippin up yo blocks Drop-top storin glocks, and if the battery`s hot, it`s on Brigades that ice-skates and put marks in funeral homes The g shit won`t quit, loc, as we dip through Loadin clips, fool, for your whole crew, yellin "Fuck you!" Gangstas, teams leavin hoes and toes frozen Tags in teams rollin and casket doors closin [ CHORUS ] [ Young Prod ] West coast niggas don`t give a fuck So when you hear that milimeter bust, it be us Peepin how you`re dissin, sayin our missions ain`t real But when the Cartel`s through, you bitch-ass niggas we gon` still... (Eastside niggas, Westside niggas) Now we finna show you how the west coast rocks (Westside niggas, Eastside niggas) Now we finna show you how the west coast rocks [ Prode`je ] Like Cube I`ma show you how the west coast rocks Put the clips in the glocks and let em go pop-pop Eastsider, S.C.G.`s, the representers of the gory Keep talkin that shit, you catch a flurry I bury muthafuckas, they call me Buckus, not Fuckus But I`m quick to put a rush on all you bustas Enough is enough is, now who`s the fuckin roughest The toughest, and in the end, who`s gonna need the crutches? I said it once before, and I respect the realer niggas The realer niggas pullin killer-triggas on the iggas It figures, cause who`s the bigger niggas when it`s payday? We parlay and give the props to niggas and what they say It`s okay, cause gangstas movin deeper to the masses Others kissin asses, we comin with the blastes We smashes, and kickin at your asses like some stress is The gangstas puttin it down for the pound where the west is [ Young Prod ] When I`m in a low-low rollin slow mo` to the east I be a thief like Coolio and roll with 40 Thevz Gees in the backseat, clippin up the heat I`m leanin out the window, dumpin niggas yellin "Peace!" Release hollow-points, splittin between your joints Shots explode, eyes close, niggas get my point West coast niggas don`t give a fuck So when you hear that milimeter bust, it be us Peepin how you`re dissin, sayin our missions ain`t real But when the Cartel`s through, you bitch-ass niggas we gon` still... (Eastside niggas, Westside niggas) Now we finna show you how the west coast rocks (Westside niggas, Eastside niggas) Now we finna show you how the west coast rocks [ ? ] Now I came through the do`, I said it befo` It`s all about that west coast flow and the .44 So get a grip, niggas dissin best to listen Fuck all you hooks, and I ain`t talkin about fishin Got this mission that I`m completin, and niggas that I`m deletin And I`m heatin up your block with the Tec and the infrared glock Servin niggas with Mac-10 triggers The bigger the nigga size, the bigger the hole he lies in Cause that`s the lifestyle I`m livin, so I express it in my raps For snaps and collapse fools with the straps Perhaps the west coast is too hardcore Kickin down your front do` with the infrared .44 Like [name], but on a mission for props Everybody hit the flo`, no beef no mo` [ ? ] Nigga, don`t expect for us to let that shit ride on this side Yeah, you`re safe at home, but over here you best to hide I`m capable of servin niggas problems with my heater I`m down to put the strap down to let my fist met ya Niggas don`t want no problems now, nigga, you will get broke down Nigga, you find yourself dead on the ??? bound Cause I get so hot, niggas, you cannot stop me West coast comin hard, so your ass best to copy Sloppy-ass marks, y`all don`t wanna see me I throw heat on your ass and bust a cap, cause it`s easy Keep it real [ CHORUS ] Send " Wc Rocks" Ringtone to your Cell Wc Rocks lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Wc Rocks lyrics @ ELyrics | Wc Rocks lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Wc Rocks lyrics @ Songlyrics | Wc Rocks lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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