1.It's All Bad
＊car speeds off＊
Verse One：WC
＊police sirens throughout song＊
Last man standin', I'm shot
But I can't fear bleedin'
My nigga's face down, stretched out, no longer breathin'
I'm speedin', pump eatin', swervin' in the G and
Red ＆ blue lights and squad cars is all I'm seein'
I told you motherfuckers 'No moves, no altercations'
Now it's half a tank a gas and a hostage situation
I'm facin', 25, with the 'L' so I'm stompin'
I can't shake One-Time bitch, I swear I'm dumpin'
Helicopters trailin' my ass, won't surrender
Only thang I'm givin' up is hollow points and middle fingers
(fuck y'all!)
Whoever set this shit the fuck up, done got us fucked up
Runnin' outta time, and shit outta luck
Take that! ＊2 gunshots＊
I ain't goin' down mothafucka'!
Take this! ＊2 gunshots＊
My car roof could suck my dick!
I'm on a high-speed chase, with two money bags, ＊woman screams＊
and a
Screamin' ass BITCH
It's All Bad!
Chorus： WC w／ cops
driving an '84
Cutlass Supreme. Believed to be armed. Please proceed with
caution.'
a black male
Carrying female hostage. We got a runner fellas.'
Verse Two： WC
They trynna cut me off against the gutta' lane
Trynna run these motherfuckers to the border man
Side-swiped the mothafuckin' El Camino!
Trynna get my black ass up outta San Bernadino
I catch the 215, to the 405
I'm catchin' hell trynna make it to the 5 I line!
They cut me off again I got to go the other way
Channel 5 in the sky we'll take ＊helicopter sounds＊ 'em through
L.A.
＊woman screams throughout＊ Quit screamin' BITCH (shut the fuck
up!)
Ho' you slowin' me down, they ain't thinkin' 'bout yo' ass SHUT
THE FUCK UP
Now!
The bitch didn't budge, so I shot her, ＊woman stops screaming＊
'Bla! Bla!'
＊with 2 gunshots＊ (stupid!)
(Fuck, take a look at you now!)
I kicked the door open ＊door opens＊, threw her body on the
freeway
Continued the chase, wiped the blood ＊door closes＊ off my face
Lookin' for an exit as soon as I reloads my mag' ＊reloads mag＊
＊car horns throughout＊ Stuck in heavy traffic...
Nigga It's All Bad!
Chorus： WC w／ cops
＊car horns and helicopter sounds＊
the side of
The 605 freeway. We now have him in heavy traffic on the 105
heading
Westbound.'
might try and
Make a run for it. Don't let him get away. Take this fucker.'
Verse 3： WC
Now it's time for me to make my getawaaaaaay!
Fuck a hostage, I'm doin' this the nigga waaaaaay!
I jumped out the car, and started squezzin' the trigga'
＊8 gunshots＊ (bla! bla! bla! bla!)
And duckin' at 'em, I'm bustin' at 'em, laughin' at 'em, trynna
splat 'em,
Cussin at 'em
Like a true fuckin' G is supposed ta
I'm bustin' at the helicopter as I get closa'
Trynna shake 'em off my tail
I make's my way to the side of the freeway
Now I'm climbin' over the guard rail
I'm a felon, I can't take no shorts
I'm runnin' down Imperial past Imperial Courts
Stop to catch my breath 'til I heard the dogs barkin'
I hear the helicopter closin' in, yellin' 'freeze'
But I'm yellin' back 'fuck you!', hittin' 'em up with C's (fuck
yaa'll!)
A beautiful day for dyin', nigga I'm hearin' sirens
On sight, no warnins that these coward's 'll be firin'
I made my way to Avalon
Peepin' any, get in the corner
I got's ta think quick, or I'm a goner
Saw this nigga slippin' in a '98 Ac-Right
＊gun cocks, followed by a gunshot＊ (Get the fuck out!)
Left him bleedin' at the light!
Now it's back on, the money bag full of riches
Fuck One-Time, that get in my way, I'm killin' these bitches
I'm doin' 85 loc, these fools can't touch me
Came across Western, hit the back at Kentucky
Fish trailin', mashin' on my brakes I had to stop
Awww FUCK! Ain't this a bitch？! A road block!
Break： WC w／ cops
the car now or
I'm forced to shoot!' ＊gun cocks＊
＊car speeds off＊
＊car horns until beginning of chorus＊
＊about twenty gunshots＊
Chorus： WC
It's All Bad!
Dead on arrival!
Nigga It's All Bad!
Dead on arrival!
It's All Bad!
It's All Bad!
Nigga we all, dead on arrival!
＊helicopter flies by＊
2.Hog
WESSIIIR FOR LIIIRR NIIRR!
What you bitch ass niggas didn't think I was comin' back.
I told y'all niggas, I told all you niggas. You niggas couldn't
Fade me nigga last album, the album before that one. Ol' New
Jack ass niggas. All you muthafuckas this what I want you
Niggas to do. Check it out.
Turn it up turn it up
Umm pump up up the beat and
WC loc I'm like the Last Mohican
The rock of the Glock tucker
And I'm from outta the land of the hustlers
'hood rollers ＆ Cutlass loccest ？？
Nutted up on you niggas with the 45'n hane
Study the West ridin' gots to get my money man(e)
Cause niggas don' got comfortable ＆ fell the fuck off
Went all the way soft ？ the fuck off tryin' to floss
So now it's up to me to retrack step back
Slide in my croker sacks put this gangsta shit
Back on the map Come on.Da da da da daaa!
It's the return of the Shadiest rider G'd up
Rippin' the game full o' dollars
Bumpin' More Bounce let it rain let it drip
Saggin' to my knees with my starter cap flipped
Bailin' through the smog yellin' fuck the law
It's the downest of them all nigga WC the boss hog
Let it rain let it drip
Down ass bounties
And a pocket full of
Let it rain let it drip nigga
Let it rain.
Let it rain let it drip
Down ass bounties
And a pocket full of
Look at here,
May this be the anthem of anthems
For all dippin' the 'Shaw makin' shot call
Junk hogs rips ＆ dogs
Can't stop won't stop long as rap pays
I'm killin' the airwaves 'til my dick hairs gray
Ain't no question no need to ask
Who's the West baddest livest
Standin' center stage controllin' the crowd like Cyrus
Warriors come out to play
I'm off the Tanqueray crossin' every nigga
Revokin' ghetto passes blastin' leadin' the masses
It's too many weak niggas with too much talkin'
Not enough sidewalk chalkin'
So let me wave my handkerchief high as a flight ＆
So mirror mirror who's the downest of them all？
Faded 'em all once again it's that hog nigga!
Let it rain let it drip
Down ass bounties
And a pocket full of
Let it rain let it drip nigga
Let it rain.
Let it rain let it drip
Down ass bounties
And a pocket full of
Let it rain nigga
Break it down,
Yeah, yeah It don't stiiirr niiir
Cat we ridin' 'til the wheels fall off
Toons pass the sawed off. Fuck these niggas.
What we doin' nigga？
They can't see me nigga.
Fuck these niggas what's crackin'？
Now like the Tim' breeze this is dedicated
To all my real G'z locked down incarcerated
？Pass around to every nigga that California drops？
Sittin' on dubs with them triple gold thangs
Bitch fuck yo' nigga WC's a cold thang
Totin' Chronic smokin' Bionic workin' them 'draulics
Rollin' on handlebars of beach cruisers ＆ cahoots with
Fools ＆ tell 'em ？？ until that ace deuces
Who get's the loosest？
Shockin' niggas like Ruthless
No con, the ghetto icon my shit's the bomb
When I die lay me face down in the grass
So when they view my body all y'all can kiss my ass
My obituary'll read：
When it comes to fadin' 'em all
It was me Willie Calloway A.K.A. the Hog
Let it rain let it drip
Down ass bounties
And a pocket full of
Let it rain.
Let it rain let it drip
Down ass bounties
And a pocket full of
Let it rain let it drip nigga
Let it rain.
Let it rain let it drip
Down ass bounties
And a pocket full of
Fuck that,
What's happenin' nigga？
Fresh out of jail pour some cocktails
Pull out the muthafuckin' rags ＆ zig-zags
That's riiir niiir!! Diiir Ciiir in this miiir fiiir!!
Puttin' it diiir niiir! Dip to this, loc to this
Smoke to this, choke to this fuck it.
3.Cheddar
Featuring Mack 10 ＆ Ice Cube
Uhh uhh Come on...
Got to get the scrilla got to get the scrilla
got to get the cash hey come on got to get it (huh huh)
Ridahs please callin' on all ridahs please
Blowin' through the wind like the sticky green breeze
Back once again straight faded off Henn'
It's that nigga WC with the pocket full of spend
runnin' all the gators with the new chrome feet
checkin' through my rearview with my hand on my heat
Cause hatas can't stand to see a nigga doin' good
but fuck Hollywood I'm a still bang the 'hood
Gettin' my stalk on walk on loc I'm all about the paper
hoppin' out the Navigator with braids ＆ Chucks Taylors
A regulator scopin' the field like a commentator
Dodgin' investigators haters ＆ salt shakers
the cookie baker the 64 pancaker
Bitch my whole entourage is full of kit makers ＆
gators trip makers to Vegas from bird breakers from skyscrapers
tippin' nobellas cause loc we's all about the Cheddar
See we down for whatever
It's all about the Cheddar
I put that on my life ＆ the 23rd letter
Everybody get yo' scrilla
Don't worry 'bout ya time zone
homie get yo' grind on
Better
bounce baby baby bounce baby baby bounce
to them outta town niggas I still got 'em 9 an ounce
Can't rely on no label to send my kids to college
so after I rock the spot meet me in the parking lot
Now call it what you want but the game got me cheese
with bitches on my dick since my last CD
I went from young black ＆ broke bro' to dub the inevitable
turnin' over three decimals bangin' the oyster perpetual
let it go rags to riches buckets to Phillies
I went from no dough to mo' dough
to still gettin' these switches
I'm wicked for digits forgive me God for the truth
but I fiends for Cheddar like a smoker with a sweet tooth
Got game from Legit ＆ 40 C Mac ＆ Short
Cube told me the key to it all is to keep hustlin' loc
Put your family first ＆ the rest will endeavor
Stay focused ＆ forever we can get this Cheddar
Come on...
See we down for whatever
It's all about the Cheddar
I put that on my life ＆ the 23rd letter
Everybody get yo' paper
Don't worry 'bout ya time zone
homie get yo' grind on
Get it Get it
Ahaha My nigga that shit is hard as fuck
Get it get it get it get it
Hey you got they heads bobbin' ＆ everythang nigga
but what I really want to hear from you
Get it got it
is some of that jingle shit you be doin'
Ring duh duh duh ding ding ding givin it' up
(yeah--naw naw fuck that dog come again)
out of the Westside of SC fuckin' it up
Ring duh duh duh ding ding ding givin it' up
out of the...
Hold up nigga wait a minute fuck that yo
(What's up？)
Yeah I got dollars in my pocket ＆ I'm from Rollin'
janky as fuck so you know my gold is stolen
From the ghettos of Cincinnati Europe to Killa Cali'
I been around the world ＆ ya ya like Puff Daddy
Lookin' for the Cavi' yet caught in a drought
connected with the Don ＆ copped one from SuaveHouse
Betta bet ya stepped on it cause last year ya slept on her
but now I'm up on her givin' golden showers to my opponents
Grindin' til I'm paid in full
Pledgin' allegience to them dollar bills
baguettes on 'em bigger than pit bulls
Only true playas can comprehend what I'm talkin about
aiiyo Mack I think I'm over the can loc carry me out
See we down for whatever
It's all about the Cheddar
I put that on my life ＆ the 23rd letter
Everybody get yo' money
Don't worry 'bout ya time zone
homie get yo' grind on
Yeah Gung Ho Mack 10 with my G homie the Shadiest One
WC yaknowhatI'msayin' cookin that 100% pure Bombay
Caviar bringin' that shit to a 'hood near you nigga, What？
WESSSIIIDERIIIDERRS BAABYYYY!!!!! Uhh uhh Come on
＊Gunshot
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