W.C.

W.C. - It's On lyrics

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(feat. Koupsta)

[W.C.]

Let the games begin, any of y'all testing when

Cranking again, swanging again, let the gangstas in

Back causing tragedies straight from the gladiator academy

Bouncing on 16 that will be, sagging

Committed to smashing, thrashing

Backhand smacking, back with what y'all been lacking

Ladies pour the yac up, turn this track up

And if you ain't sharing that pussy back up

I got niggas in 600s, with large chips

Hard dicks, fresh off the yard for licks

Dipping, with full clips cooking them birds

Running trips, and running that lungs and lips

Shots ready, big fetty, bombs steady

Got my own slang neer ask Fonzerelli

Spit gator it carefully, swerve in the cheve

Watching veterans skip it gets no better than this

[Chorus]

We gone roll motherfucker, believe it's on

We gone smoke this motherfucker till the weed is gone

We gone let the hundred spokes twist all day

We gone smash on these haters till we all paid

Ride niggas, ride niggas, my niggas ride will you

Ride niggas, ride niggas, my niggas ride will you

[Koupsta]

Somebody act Koup Deville off the lot, calico cocked

Hot with 16 fin to close down shop

Some strictly where it's certified, khakis and biscuits

Smack you senseless, make you a bag in the district

A nigga swift, and got to gasping for oxygen

Now blocking it, to every hood there ain't no stopping it

So to your community, ain't nothing new to me

Bandanna protected, what can you do to me

I need a sawed off mic when I kill it

Spill it, make the taliban shit look like a picnic

Controversy, knocking a whole in your jersey

Well and worthy and represent it till I'm buried

Lets have a collision assault and battery

See hard headed toupee, y'all nasty like ?

Fuck the ?cranis?, keep banging till this shit is blank

With the killer clan trans. and I don't does paint

[Chorus]

[W.C.]

Knock, knock, it's that nigga loc with it tank, with it

Clock with it, swang on top with it

(who is you), I'm W.C. neer strapped tight

What's your name (I'm Koup Deville) well nigga take flight

[Koupsta]

Time to wreck up, do the monster mash, full flag

Bandanna tag, everybody crease up your rag

A double fucking bank anthem, swang tantrum

Black cannon holder, throwing them thangs at them

But it's time to shut down, this sound, broke down

Body Koup, with the lick, break round

A nigga laced with the city smoke, 24's

Your boy at it cause I spit some of the best city soap

No he didn't, yes he did, stick him in the ribs

Get chopped down like Freddy left him with no limbs

Bout to penetrate the whole station, so I could cave in

Better stay in for the night, they ain't playing

Let's think about the big picture, when I aim I won't miss you

They gone when the vehicular gets you

I'm with it till the break dawn, I shake bud

Break a back on the way out spitting the A-1

[Chorus x2]

[Koupsta talking]

Yeah nigga, Koup Deville, bandanna protected

Certified swanging on you weeny ass niggas

Can't none of y'all niggas see me and the big homeboy Dub

It's cracking nigga, yeah, we keep it banging

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