Текст песни WC and the MAAD Circle - Taking Ova
WC and the MAAD Circle - Taking Ova слова песни
[ VERSE 1: WC ]It`s that MAAD Circle, lil`-ass loc`ed outTick-tick-boom, here to clear the roomGet em like this when I drop number threeCause ain`t nobody bad like meIt`s the, it`s the rizzapperYou wanna c-c-c-clack, what? Yeah fool, run upNon-believers who didn`t believe usThat we was comin back out, y`all can eat thisDiggidy-diggedy-dick in ya mouthCause papa`s got a brand new bag here to tagWith the .44 mag that`ll Color you BaddAnd to you rap critics who said I wouldn`t lastI need to jump out the speakers and strangle your assCause never would I let the politics in rapOr the shady contracts play me out like thatI know you can`t stand to see a real loc`ster rideSo let it rain, let it drip fool, dump on ( ? )[ CHORUS ]So all you locsters and you hoesGrab yo khakis and yo locsIt`s that nigga from Westside MAAD CircleTakin over your radioNod your head to this here songYou like me, get your straight mob on[ VERSE 2: WC ]You shoulda known it don`t stop, this is just a tasteSo party people play like XscapeAnd just `kick off your shoes and relax your feet`Bump that brand new Double-U-CI been spendin the most of my time in the cutFinessin my skills so one day I could bustOff a fresh, fresh.. fresh, freshThe beats that are fresh, freshComin from the wild wild westBut it`s got to be differentThan the nor-nor-normal styles that I be dishinKickin, stickin, but still grippinPop, pop, fizz, fizzIt`s 1995 and I`m sick of this shitAnd when rappers as they dangle from my jock Pickin mo` niggas up than jack in a boxIt don`t stop[ CHORUS ]So all you locsters and you hoesGrab yo khakis and yo locsIt`s that nigga from Westside MAAD CircleTakin over your radioNod your head to this here songYou like me, get your straight mob onThis year I`m takin my propsAnd like my nigga P said it don`t stop till the casket dropHere comes the Doub, here comes the DoubEverybody, everybody, here comes the DoubHere comes the Doub, here comes the DoubEverybody, everybody, here comes the Doub[ VERSE 3: WC ]Quick, somebody help me out, get the taser gunDoub`s under the sun and it`s f-f-f-funHere to represent, no better yet, here to claimThat loc`ed out MA-MA-MA-MAAD Circle gang, foolMarks keep on slippin, slippin -No wait a minute, dudes, wrong songYou know what, I`ma just give em a touchOf what? That funk-funk-funky stuffNiggas imitate, but they can`t flip it like thisNah sit, Boo Boo sit, let go my dickCause I`ve been watchin, watchin, watchin you watchin meWC and no, my name ain`t WinnieI ain`t got a perm muthafucka, but lyrics I got plentyAnd when it comes to this I`m rankin at the top( ? ) on my beach cruiser, puttin in work, it don`t stop[ CHORUS ]So all you locsters and you hoesGrab yo khakis and yo locsIt`s that nigga from Westside MAAD CircleTakin over your radioNod your head to this here songYou like me, get your straight mob onYou shoulda known it don`t stopThe Circle never fakes the funk, so muthafuckas give it upHere comes the Doub, here comes the DoubEverybody, everybody, here comes the DoubHere comes the Doub, here comes the DoubEverybody, everybody, here comes the DoubHere comes the Doub, here comes the DoubEverybody, everybody, here comes the DoubHere comes the Doub, here comes the DoubEverybody, everybody, here comes the DoubHere comes the Doub, here comes the DoubEverybody, everybody, here comes the Doub