W.C. - Revenge Of The Barracuda lyrics

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Revenge Of The Barracuda / W.c.[Intro: Tracy Nelson]Barracuda, Ba Ba Barracuda!Awww awwww Barracuda awww awwwwAwww awwww Barracuda awww awwww[DJ Crazy Toones scratching quotes below]Awww Awwww Awww Awwww oh! here we go again -----> W.C.Here we go again, here we go again -----> W.C.Here we go again, go again -----> W.C.All I know is I wanna hear some gangster shit ---> Crazy ToonesFuck all that knight shit ---> Crazy ToonesDub.. Dub Sizzler, from the Westside -----> W.C.Fuck.. Fuck.. Fuck.. Fucking up the pro.. pro.. program -----> W.C.[Verse One: W.C.]Sliding in the door like I'm so hardWith the fresh card hard folded on my forearmYou know that go hard, South Central BogartWest ghetto vet still rolling like a go-cartI'm from the era when most rappers was scared to wear red (Come On!)Before the tight clothes and mascaraWhen these mark rappers from the blue side, claiming they're with itBut scared to walk on the screen 'til I did itBLAM BLAM - leave that ass openFuck them, feed them fish, dump their body in the oceanYou rap niggaz know the businessWhen I come around y'all be hiding from me like the Jehovah's WitnessThey call me Quick Spray, cause I've been with this gangster shitSince Grandmaster Flash had beads on the French BraidsLay you down nigga how I sound?Fuck y'all bitch niggaz - L.A. is my town![Hook: W.C.]Come on! Throw it up! Load it up! Hold it up!Walk in on them with the twelve gauge nigga roll it upFrom the West to the East, to the South, to my Midwest niggazY'all know what I'm about!Throw it up! Hold it up! Give it up! Chuck it up!Put my Chuck Taylors on a jump out to fuck it upFrom the West to the East, to the South, to my Midwest niggazThe Barracuda is out![Verse Two: W.C.]Back out y'all!Sending your favorite rapper's sun shadesFlying off his face like a foul ballFrom the left side known what I'm about y'allI can't do the right thing, nigga I'm a south pawNasty spitting them, flowing identical (Come on!)Standing on the couch in the club, holding my genitalsGolf hat to the low, chicken heads I'm getting thosePutting smoke in the air like a pack of SeminolesLeaving my shit stains on the instrumentalOff the hard liquor mineral - the hood star general (Come on!)While you were sucking titty milk just a little tenderI was in a creased sweatshirt playing DefenderNigga! - The harder they come the harder they fallPulling out my marker striking and hitting up the wallBlowing that holding that still strapped like a prophylac'Staying down like the cuffs on my Corker Sacks[Outro: Tracy Nelson]Next message, received at 4:20