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WC

"Roll On Em"

[Intro: DJ Crazy Toones]
Just throw your set high on the air
Swear it's gettin' mighty funky out there
There's some b*tches over here
There's some n*ggas over there
Can I get a ride on cuz
Yeah hahahaha, this is dedicated to all you, suckers, suckers

[Verse 1: Xzibit]
I take flight like fist fights
You see bright lights, throwin' lefts and rights
I keep my jaw locked tight swingin'
Bullets seein' pass your head though your windows
And plastic falls, it’s a wrap casket closed
I laugh at those who chose to get bold
When they loose a couple of souls, they crumbled and fall
Done watch the hunt down hurt, hang and hate the hater
Watch how we rise, ball and fake be later
Top dollar, anybody who got a problem with us
Could easly be found in crush
Our lush fillin' of rush, feel the adrenaline pumping
Me and Dub and the Escalade dumping
Crazy Toones productions, crank the ass
Limo tint down, let us track some tramps my n*gga
When I walk I'm leaving holes in the concrete
Xzibit dropped that heat from thirty thousand feet

[Hook: WC]
n*gga what, roll up on them, hit them up
Pull the trigger, give it up, lift the Chevy grill up
n*gga what, if you a crip or a blood
n*gga I don't give a f*ck, let me see them fingers up
n*gga what, roll up on them, hit them up
Pull the trigger, give it up, lift the Chevy grill up
n*gga what, got me throwin' up my Dubs
Through that n*gga cutting it up, Toones is f*cking it up

[Verse 2: Young Maylay]
Let me explain it, how I let the three wheel swanging
Drop it side to side, lock it up and then bang it
That's right, westcoast, L.A. originated
Prepared to take flight, now I'm the pilot desingated
Maylay c*cked fist sitting, switch hitting
Hundred spoke twisting, five twenty stip gripping
See the bottom of the transmission, sixtey six inching
Showin' off how to quote it in Chrome suspension
Get my crown home, my bounce on
Cut the sounds on and stomping like Bow Wow
They already known I got the hottest rider going
Flatbed in the back, just in case I gotta tore them
Cause I sure give it up, let me catch them with that wheels stuck
Jumping out soundin' like Dub, yeah n*gga what
Two licks on the switch, and they got up
With the ass in locked up, that mothaf*cker hot hop

[Hook: WC]
n*gga what, roll up on them, hit them up
Pull the trigger, give it up, lift the Chevy grill up
n*gga what, if you a crip or a blood
n*gga I don't give a f*ck, let me see them fingers up
n*gga what, roll up on them, hit them up
Pull the trigger, give it up, lift the Chevy grill up
n*gga what, got me throwin' up my Dubs
Through that n*gga cutting it up, Toones is f*cking it up

[Verse 3: MC Ren]
Who is it, the black n*gga with the big di*k
Toss it up with Crazy Toones taking your trick
But that b*tch better swallow
I don't give a damn if she has fake ass rap model
n*gga get the f*ck out here, "while below me down"
If she sucked my balls, if she want me to stink
I don't give a f*ck I'm filled with curse words
f*ck all your radio geeks and nerds
And f*ck the....my black ass still gon eat
Airplay they can't stop the Villain
Slanging mixtapes like my f*cking ass dope dealing
Take a flight with Dub and X
Let me foot print like the mothaf*ckin' T-Rex
Who got next, we run the court
And pregnant your b*tch while you pay the child support
Then I'm out, get the next tape
The Villainous make your punk ass can't wait

[Hook: W.C.]

[Verse 4: W.C.]
Knick knackin' police rollin' in the Patty wagon
Push it through the alley askin' where Dub and Toones at..and
Where them n*ggas livin'?, and how them n*ggas steal stack?
Is it really true them n*ggas grew up on that house
n*ggas sit and chat, talk behind the loc's back
But when we come through, like what's happenin' they don't want no action
Little faggots, ya'll don't want it, cause we're pistol packin'
And you know the Childhood brothers won't get to gatin'
Click clackin', pass the cushion and zig-zag
Dip that let that mothaf*cker get back
Rip that 9 millimeter, clip gat
Bust a U where these n*ggas at?
Let's push that wig back n*gga
Toones and Dub-C back to slaughter and sh*t
Switch tapes, Mixtapes yeah we started this sh*t
Finally me some real n*ggas y'all can feel n*ggas
To all my ground converse and Chevy Grill Lexus....

[Hook: W.C.]

[Outro: DJ Crazy Toones Talking]
Yeah, I wanna p*ss on all y'all n*gga's graves before I kill you
Cause I'm tired of n*ggas claimin' the westcoast
And ain't playin' no mothaf*ckin' the westcoast arts
No doubt about it, that's some bullsh*t

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