Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Clownin', artist - WC. Album song The Shadiest One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: Dub Online
Song language: English
Just Clownin' |
| One of the G’est WSC riders |
| One about the Feds on camera with the folded bandanna |
| It’s me the G you be a seein’Nighttrain sipper |
| two fingers split I’ma get her once again I bring her |
| Skip skip throw it up throw it up give it up or get rolled up swole up thought I told ya 'bout this Maad Circle Soldier |
| Allstars locs pieces khakis and linens |
| the OG Godfather with the blue feather in it The shadiest nigga what’s crackin’who got the sack and |
| nigga what they goin’for everybody’s on the floor |
| Make way for the loccest cutthroat with a beard long as Moses |
| walkin’through yo camps and striking penitentiary poses |
| A straight vet Connect Gang is my set |
| Since a rook I did everything in the book |
| Puttin’those thangs on ya like bing bing when I get ya Loc this rap game ain’t ready for a real cap nigga |
| Not just clownin’we got thousands |
| still out bangin’the streets |
| Playas get jacked from thinkin’I’m acting |
| y’all can’t see WC |
| Now bow to the shadiest hood patrollin’west rollin' |
| 7 figure nigga still hi fi growin' |
| Pistol holdin’bailin’with nothing but trues |
| jumping out the fo’in the corduroy house shoes |
| WC a G been in these streets for years |
| been loccin’since the Force MD’s were singing Tears |
| Now what the fuck a new nigga got to say to me |
| I was pullin'211's when KDAY was the Beat |
| 1984 Lo Cali Sports Arena |
| and off of jams I’m jackin’fools for Filas |
| When Run DMC and Jam Master first bust |
| we was snatchin’mothafuckas outta Nissan trucks |
| Raised from a crew of real killers and knick kickers |
| that never ran on ya but was quick to put them hands on ya |
| (Talking) Ha ha Man y’all better figure us out quick |
| Ain’t no rappers here we felons trying to make money at this here. |
| It’s the cap peeler night grinder west rider hood ratacider |
| Deuce 4 7 all day everyday |
| 4 deep hittin’corners in a rag Chevrolet |
| Started out nada before I turned rich I used to do it for free |
| but now I ride for the paper |
| Maad Circle hit 'em up like bam |
| Where y’all from them enemies don’t act dumb |
| y’all know where we from |
| It’s that 15th letter 2 times with the S cut off Dickie wearing descendant from the West |
| Steady square dumping in the center where the crowd |
| with my flag on my head tied Aunt Jemima style |
| But ain’t nobody trippin’cause we all about the ends |
| plus fool I don’t set trip I set trends |
| now after this I’m givin’y’all about a year |
| We gone see how many niggas grow braids in they beard. |
| Chorus with ad libs 'til end |