W.C. - That's What I'm Talking About lyrics

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That's What I'm Talking About / W.c.[Intro: W.C.]They call me Dub-Cuda, was the last nameMoney in my lap, doing a buck in the fast laneThe passion of a hustler, I got itAnd if it ain't about money, I don't wanna talk about itThe passion of a hustler, I got itAnd if it ain't about money, I don't wanna talk about it[Chorus: W.C.]Now let me see your fingers in the skyAnd if you like money, keep them up highStand up put your hands up, show me what you all aboutReal shit nigga - Yeah, that's what I'm talking about[Verse One: W.C.]Getting it in out of the concrete bootsIn a Coup a hundred ten, blowing like a fluteFresh off of lockdown, straight out the chuteNigga down for whatever, still all about the lootThe property of poverty, the looters of youthNow it's denim on the leather while we're removing the roofThe hog on the hog, With the Ds on the DeuceAnd you can blame it on the alcohol, the weed and the juiceLook.. load up my weaponry, Starter cap to the left of meYou know when I rep a C, Dub S to the death of meMotherfuckers wasn't respecting meBut I'm all up in your chest with heatGiving you sideline bitter niggaz vasectomiesTil I rest in peace, Hustle the recipeYour niggaz a bitch baby you need to sit next to meDub-Cuda, the bandanna danglerOT counting dirty money with the hanky up[Chorus: W.C. X2][Verse Two: W.C.]Dub got Shake the gators off youComing again please give me something to walk toI can't leave see, for all of my niggazWho don't wear tight jeans up their ass needs meWent independent last CDStill sold a shitload of records no radio or TVAnd I'm sticking to the programChucks on the concrete while the Cadillac door slamsThe W was my star symbolMy jams make niggaz get down Like barrels out of car windowsI'm a nut for Cheese and chuck T'sAddicted to big butt cheeks and weavesNot a pop artist but I'll pop they heezyA branch of the same tree as Pac and EazyBumping Jam Master Jay and BiggieIron on the stove, shaking up the Starch Can spraying my Dickies[Chorus: W.C. X2][Verse Three: W.C.]Now who that nigga quick to shoot it? (Who?)Cap at the truest, the closest to the streets to do itMe, The Deep Fisher in this rap shit I'm a vetIn a blue profile, tied around the neezeckYour future baby daddy I might beYou ain't never been with a nigga like meBaby slide me you number I'll call you later this weekendI can't talk now, I'm on my way to rob the weed manLove by a few, hated by majorityI'm the reason these rappers keep securityI go hard kick gears and jump carsChucking up the hood, three wheeling in your front yardYou niggaz is temporary, Facebook Gangsters I put faces on obituariesNigga, Dub-Cuda, the Bandanna danglerOT counting dirty money with the hanky up[Chorus: W.C. X2][Outro: DJ Crazy Toones adding quotes below]Yeah, that's what I'm talking aboutTalking.. Talking.. Talking about, Talking aboutYeah, that's what I'm talking about911, it's the Barracuda, wanna looseOf the good and a juiceThe passion of a hustler, I got itAnd if it ain't about money, I don't wanna talk about it!