Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fo All Y'all , by - WC. Release date: 20.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fo All Y'all |
| Yeah. |
| what’s crackin ni’a? |
| What’s crackin ni’a? |
| Dub C. connected with my homeboy Cavi' |
| Y’all know what time it is |
| Straight out the womb homey |
| I got a question; |
| and it goes like this |
| The question at hand — is how should I bang these, slang these |
| Get 'em all to pullin out them hankies (uh-huh) |
| Flip a cup to this, click it, load it up and bust to this |
| Kick up dust to this, bust a U lay chalk to this to walk to this |
| Stick you, hit you with one whistle (ONE!) |
| It’s that rag hot twist doe (uh-huh) anti-disco (uh-huh) |
| Long time, long see |
| But we gon' put this rider car back together |
| But gangsta’s how it’s gon' be (ni'a!) |
| Stand up, nigga throw yo' hands up |
| Wipe it off, crack it open loc' and turn the can up |
| It’s that G from the heart known for creepin in the dark |
| And like Cyrus fool, I’m callin a meetin in the park (ni'a!) |
| In Broughams and khakis, hoppin out the two-thousand-and-two Caddy |
| Loc' it’s Dub C and Cavi |
| Cast it up, nigga smoke to this, gangstas dog and loc' to this |
| Real niggas roll to this |
| All y’all haters gon' talk to this |
| And all real gangstas gon' walk to this |
| Cause all true players gon' mack to this |
| Bump a rack to this, you know clap to this |
| Cause some of y’all niggas can’t play the game |
| Cause some of y’all niggas can’t do the thang |
| Cause half of y’all niggas is scared of fame |
| We chase the dreams and fulfill the game |
| Catch me in this MC or catch me in a double-R |
| G’d up and star (who is you?) Caviar |
| Cold ass nigga when it comes to my chippers |
| I’m nutty as a Snicker when it comes to legal tender |
| Currency collector, bring it back now selector |
| Catch a lick slippin and I’m quick to intercept her |
| Cash like a pass, mash to keep it comin |
| Mr. Keep-A-Fat-Knot, I’m always up to somethin |
| To get another tizzack, I bet the new llizzac |
| Be on chrome feet, TV’s with beat |
| Matchin (?) do’s with the PS2's |
| Smokin Kervorkian, sippin VS2 |
| (Fo' sha') Big dollars, Impalas |
| Caviar got that bombay holla (oooh-ooh!) |
| Haters hate to this, and lowriders scrape to this |
| And all my real riders bounce rock skate to this |
| Ghetto glamour, rolled up with my thumb on my hammer (clik clak) |
| Lookin like I’m dealin with mo' snow than Santa |
| Chronic in my lungs nigga, ice on my neck |
| Twenty-two's on my truck, niggas after my deck (bump bump) |
| Dank I need it to mash but it’s time to ride |
| And for my niggas incarcerated I grind and push this line (ni'a) |
| Sip malt liquor twist braids straight bankin |
| G’d up and fo' all y’all I’ma stay swangin |
| Oh yeah, you know we stay on that gangsta page |
| Golf hats, Romeos, twelve gauge and braids |
| O.T. |
| trips, cutties with Euro clips |
| Keep 'em smokin Gladys Knight with the E on the Pip |
| Dip with new fits and whips so we can twist |
| Like Daytons, got my revenue stop hatin |
| In the paint Cavi' go hard on y’all |
| Boss ballin y’all, this fo' all y’all ni’a |
| What’s crackin? |
| Dub C and Cavi |
| Fort Knox, bandanna swangin collab' |
| Y’all know what time it is |
| Heh heh, yeah, Exit Wounds, Exit Wounds |
| Puttin in work, Fort Knox |
| Real shit, can’t fuck with it |
| Stuck with it. |
| nigga, what’s crackin? |
| Yeah. |
| Y’know! |
| «Definition, villain!» |
| -] MC Ren |