Walkin' In My Taylors

(album: Revenge Of The Barracuda - 2011)

[C.T.:] I'm Banged out like the tongue on my chucks
[W.C.:] West, west, west, west, y'all
[W.C.:] Yeah, Hit them again ~ hey!
[T.N.:] Now Dub-C, Show them What tiiiime it is

[Verse 1: W.C.]
It ain't hard to figure it out
Dub-C y'all, what's all the bickering about
Lench Mob nigga, throw rocks, duck and dis us
Niggaz say fuck us, but ain't fucking with us
Y'all don't wanna see me like Medusa
We're getting moolah, can't barricade the Barracuda
Take my legs from me, look around and I'll be still there
Like Michael Conception counting money in my wheel chair
All day, every day, roll it up, celebrate
Have you niggaz ever figure me? I'm pimping separate
I'm trifle, psycho, loaded like a rifle
Nigga I could do this in my sleep with my eyes closed
You're rocking with a G on the west
I know a nigga this grown shouldn't be so fresh
But I do this for my true fans who made me
So if you ain't a fan, I could give a fuck if you play me
Cause I'm..

[Chorus: W.C.]
Hood famous, I'm getting paper
And won't change up, walking in my Taylors
Fuck haters, I'm getting paper
Throwing my dub up, walking in my Taylors
Hood famous, big swinging
Lench Mob claiming, walking in my Taylors
Fuck haters, I'm getting paper
Throwing my dub up, walking in my Taylors

[Verse 2: W.C.]
Hood nigga forever
Put a dub in the game, still surviving the weather
And I done seen it all (Seen it all?)
That's why fuck with a chosen few, and keep my back up against the wall
Cause y'all niggaz act like you never diced for the chippers
Acting like you got a pussy up under that zipper
But me, to the script, I'm sticking when I walk
Going keep, keeping it raw, cut from a different cloth
Made money, lost money, got it back touch
Plaques crip walk had the whole world on my nutsack
Lead spitter, bread winner, red getter, ran through a lot of figures
Holler at a lot of niggaz, stayed true, never sold out
Kept it tight y'all, now I'm hearing bitch motherfuckers gonna write me off
Nobody feeling them I guess so
Catch you niggaz in the line at my next show
Cause I'm..

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: W.C.]
Cadillac tinted, been in it for a minute
Mother fuck a gimmick, it's the west side defended
And while you other niggaz mimic I really live it
And push it to the limit, fly like a G5
A Cali nigga with the N.Y. to the side of my head like Ely
In my slingshot of Levis
Rolling on Sunset with dope in my car like T.I.
Itching, to put you in a box like a mortician
With the courtesy is out to George Clinton
Fuck a love song, slugs is thrown
And I been with it since popping with the white gloves on
Walking in the function, Picking up the Henn'
Looking for something to take home and stick something in
Dub Sizzlean pumping in your hole like gasoline
If you're looking for it, I got what you need
Cause I'm..

[Chorus]

[W.C.:] Yeah boy, oh! shit
[W.C.:] These motherfuckers is gonna be right tonight
[W.C.:] STARCH DOWN!
[T.N.:] Goddamn nigga, how much starch you're gonna spray on the motherfucker?
[W.C.:] Enough til these motherfuckers stand up by their self
[T.N.:] Nigga, you're crazy..