Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Call It What You Want , by - WC. Song from the album The Shadiest One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |