Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Call It What You Want, artist - WC. Album song The Shadiest One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: Dub Online
Song language: English
Call It What You Want |
Here’s a story |
About a bitch |
About a bitch I once fucked wit |
Now I want ya’ll to listen real close |
Shit’s a trip |
Peep game |
Used to have a bitch that was true to life to me |
Damn near a wife to me |
The bitch was just right for me |
Stood by my side |
Used to help me wit my hustle |
Down to pack straps and a cap if we had a tustle |
I used to trust her wit my riches |
I be in the kitchen cookin chickens |
While she be washin dishes |
150,000 in the attic |
Pager blowin up all night, my bitch never gave a nigga static |
I used to make her mad enough to kill |
Lipstick on the front of my draws, man my bitch was real |
Cuz she never stole nothin |
Gaffled by the FED’s 3 4 times and never told nothin |
But wait |
My bitch is gettin distant on me |
No more back rubs and kisses |
What’s happenin wit my little misses |
Too sleepy for the sex play |
Now what’s really going on the same shit the next day |
Damn I know she wouldn’t fuck around |
Still I taps all my phones and records every fuckin sound |
Conversations wit her homegirl but nothin major |
I duplicates the cap code to her pager |
Now I recieves every beat |
Cuz I’ll be damned if my bitch goin be playin me cheap |
Call it what you want but I gotta know |
If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go (Repeat 2x) |
Week and a half flies by and now I |
Can’t trust my bitch doin shit |
Track her through the mall, the cleaners, and the nail shop |
The grocery store, and the health food spot |
Dub you trippin I say to myself |
'Is she all that? |
I’m on my bitch ass like I’m lo jack' |
Just hold that |
I don’t really like when she be callin her best friend |
Pull up on the lot in a black Benz |
I could smell it homie |
It’s goin down |
These bitches bout to flirt wit some niggas and clown |
Followed they ass to the Mo-Mo |
Oh no |
Damn this shit’s for real |
Now just imagine how a nigga feal |
Cuz I been livin wit a ho |
And worse than that a muthafucka didn’t know |
She got’s to go |
I hit the chronic cuz |
I’m on a mission |
I’m havin visions |
Of two dead bitches missin Christmas |
I can’t take it no more |
I cocks my strap? |
takes flight? |
And kick the fuckin hinges off the door |
I skimmed the room with the infared |
And finds my bitch and her best friend naked in the water bed |
Now I’m confused |
I puts my heat down |
Mouth open like a muthafucka takes a seat now (?we's now?) |
How long you been fuckin her? |
I ain’t know yo ass was on cock |
Got me thinkin bout? |
? |
She said I trust her like you trust me |
If you trust we |
Then us three could be livin in harmony |
I get’s to thinkin bout the pussy and the riches |
Fuck it I guess I got two down bitches |
(Talking) |
Ha yeah |
Tell ya about these little stank ass scrags |
Ain’t shit |
I got two of em now |
Fuck em |
One for this braid right here |
One for this braid right here |
Gotta lick this middle one |
Fuck ya’ll |
WC CJ Mac |