Текст и слова песни W.C. – The Shadiest One
Featuring CJ Mac
(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit
(other man)
Lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit
(man)
Hey, look, nigga
Get out there, nigga
These niggas ain't sho' ta riz-ayd, right
We gon' get in and get out
(other man)
We on a roll, nigga
[continues, indistinct]
[Verse 1: WC]
I'ma walk it down, now
Fuckin' wit deez out-a-town niggas
Got me watchin' up on my back and strappin'
Pistol packin'
Who ever thought dem fools would catch on
And we was sellin' rock while up in the back of the broll
See da plan was to make a transaction to match
Three calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash
You know da deal, nigga you know da outcome
Dub C and C Mac take tha money 'n run
[CJ Mac]
We gettin' close, hot as fuck
Burnin' up in his drive
Two pace, mirror checkin' doin' sixty-five
I seen the state patrol 5 times, swear to god
He make this stop, better have 9 lives
Nigga speak
[Man's Voice]
Where you at?
[CJ Mac]
Close nigga
You just have tha cash right so we can go's, nigga
I never tell no
Nigga when I'm comin' through his town
Set us up, get a crew, gun his town
[WC]
Fuck that, I dun dis shit befo'
After we twist deez niggas, we gon twist some mo'
(CJ Mac)
Out-a-town nigga havin' a pistal in hand
Whatcha paper, you fuckin' wit some jackets, player
Shit happens
[Chorus: CJ Mac]
Don't fuck wit a niggas cash
Niggas blast, when it come to cash
Niggas mash, on dat ass
Don't fuck wit a niggas cash
Niggas mash, on dat ass
Fo' a niggas cash, niggas blast
[WC second half overlaps]
(T'is da season to be janky falalalala lalalala)
[Verse 2: CJ Mac]
Hits J, sit straight, dey ain't even check
Swiss suitcase, jit
We ain't stop to count da cash, nigga
Shit, nigga, I remember
It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla straight heata
[WC]
Fake twista, took her ass back to da piz-ad
Sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ad
To make some mo trick-climbin'-blatant-nigga loot [wooh!]
Cuz baby need new shoes and daddy need a coupe
[CJ Mac]
Call my nigga, Fred, yo friend
He set up da link
Gave his ass ten-thousand, thanked him n' shit
Told him 'Shut the fuck up', niggas try sweating
And have to take his ass out there, he bound to wetting
[WC]
Uh huh, two months passed, I found his ass trashed out
Castrated on his porch, with his dick in his mouth
What the fuck? I know these niggas ain't here in L.A.
I went and grabbed the AK n' called my nigga CJ
{[music stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ Mac}
(What's crackin'?) Look it's on wit deez niggas (what?)
(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit
(other man)
Lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit
(man)
Hey, look, nigga
Get out there, nigga
These niggas ain't sho' ta riz-ayd, right
We gon' get in and get out
(other man)
We on a roll, nigga
[continues, indistinct]
[Verse 1: WC]
I'ma walk it down, now
Fuckin' wit deez out-a-town niggas
Got me watchin' up on my back and strappin'
Pistol packin'
Who ever thought dem fools would catch on
And we was sellin' rock while up in the back of the broll
See da plan was to make a transaction to match
Three calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash
You know da deal, nigga you know da outcome
Dub C and C Mac take tha money 'n run
[CJ Mac]
We gettin' close, hot as fuck
Burnin' up in his drive
Two pace, mirror checkin' doin' sixty-five
I seen the state patrol 5 times, swear to god
He make this stop, better have 9 lives
Nigga speak
[Man's Voice]
Where you at?
[CJ Mac]
Close nigga
You just have tha cash right so we can go's, nigga
I never tell no
Nigga when I'm comin' through his town
Set us up, get a crew, gun his town
[WC]
Fuck that, I dun dis shit befo'
After we twist deez niggas, we gon twist some mo'
(CJ Mac)
Out-a-town nigga havin' a pistal in hand
Whatcha paper, you fuckin' wit some jackets, player
Shit happens
[Chorus: CJ Mac]
Don't fuck wit a niggas cash
Niggas blast, when it come to cash
Niggas mash, on dat ass
Don't fuck wit a niggas cash
Niggas mash, on dat ass
Fo' a niggas cash, niggas blast
[WC second half overlaps]
(T'is da season to be janky falalalala lalalala)
[Verse 2: CJ Mac]
Hits J, sit straight, dey ain't even check
Swiss suitcase, jit
We ain't stop to count da cash, nigga
Shit, nigga, I remember
It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla straight heata
[WC]
Fake twista, took her ass back to da piz-ad
Sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ad
To make some mo trick-climbin'-blatant-nigga loot [wooh!]
Cuz baby need new shoes and daddy need a coupe
[CJ Mac]
Call my nigga, Fred, yo friend
He set up da link
Gave his ass ten-thousand, thanked him n' shit
Told him 'Shut the fuck up', niggas try sweating
And have to take his ass out there, he bound to wetting
[WC]
Uh huh, two months passed, I found his ass trashed out
Castrated on his porch, with his dick in his mouth
What the fuck? I know these niggas ain't here in L.A.
I went and grabbed the AK n' called my nigga CJ
{[music stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ Mac}
(What's crackin'?) Look it's on wit deez niggas (what?)
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