Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Want Some, Get Some, artist - B.C.Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Want Some, Get Some |
| Westcoast trippin — trippin |
| Time keeps on slippin — slippin |
| Westcoast trippin — trippin |
| Time keeps on slippin |
| If you want some get some |
| Niggas down to kill |
| Westcoast trippin slip and get your cap peeled |
| On the real |
| We down to ride on bustas that be fake |
| We be strapped down like the old west |
| Crawl slow meet your fate |
| Fuck you and me and the .9 milli sick S |
| With soo much precision |
| Leave AWOL in your chest |
| Spelled with the ho’s I left |
| All snitches put to rest |
| No problems to bring death |
| On any that try to test |
| So come get some |
| ?? |
| from my angle |
| None of that playin that shit that you been hearin |
| We’re gettin our papparaz on |
| Robbin 'em with the scarfs on |
| For the paper stand and stiff |
| They 'bout to the gift |
| Patna rappin to the clips |
| Gold knuckles to the dips |
| They’re not fadin a operation |
| They already havin seal |
| Niggas try get deny |
| Later down no lyin kill |
| What you fear you can test |
| Recognize we’re from the west |
| Bringin non-stop pain to your chest nigga |
| Gaffle your thoughts? |
| plots |
| Get you caught up with shots |
| It’s all about whose trigger is bigger |
| Who’s strapped and who’s not |
| So if you want come, come get some |
| Bring the static we add it |
| Nowhere you can manage the damage I deliver |
| I figure that if you got enough heart |
| To bring the funk let it start |
| The boss bitch up in this rap shit |
| From day one you was done |
| Nigga it be me |
| They don’t call me Marvaless for nothing |
| Westcoast representin |
| Disrespect we club the dub (W) in |
| Damn |
| Fairly even hit ya and we split ya |
| Did you even see it comin |
| Before you started runnin |
| Stunnin, amazin |
| When the guns blazin |
| Enemies start raisin off the turf |
| Cause we’re known to bomb first |
| Layin in burst wet your T-shirt and get scurbed |
| That’s how us niggas put in work |
| So if you want some get some |
| If not light and hit one |
| Heavy like 10 tons |
| Crazy on the gas when we’ve beamed one |
| Want some get some |
| Better not take some |
| I doubt you lived that long |
| My niggas pack chrome tech .9's |
| Bustin while cuzzin lettin out frustration |
| Lookin for drive-byes rollin in a '65 |
| Perry Mason dressed in all black |
| Ski masks down fuck probation |
| You disrespected |
| So I gives a damn about catchin cases |
| Rapin' niggas like bitches |
| Got 'em comin out clothes like ho’s |
| Break up the chopper then popp him |
| Melt 'em down like gum |
| Want some get some |
| Better not take some |
| Breaks 'em off properly |
| Feds still watchin me |
| Bitches still jockin me |
| Sceemin on my property |
| Like monopoly |
| Cause we’re clockin Geez |
| Like a teller at the bank |
| Sprayin on the Tommy |
| Cause I’m smellin like the dank |
| Ho’s tryin to talk bad |
| But I never sweat it |
| So shut your fuckin mouth and |
| Lets your name ?? |
| Hard headed young bucks |
| Showin off they heat |
| But I got mine too |
| Always on the creep |
| AWOL’in for life |
| Callin shots in every hood |
| Got the white man hatin |
| Like my name was Tiger Woods |
| But it’s all good |