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wc – jack and the bean stalk lyrics

[chorus]
sh-t talk, crip walk, jack and the bean stalk
that’s what you get when you f-ckin’ with me
sh-t talk, crip walk, jack and the bean stalk
that’s what you get when you f-ckin’ with me
sh-t talk, crip walk, jack and the bean stalk
that’s what you get when you f-ckin’ with me
they call me dub sizzle (w.c.) dub sizzle (w.c.)

[verse 1: w.c.]
dub sheisty, i’m thirsty n-gga, ready to eat
lench mob till i die if the world ain’t ready for me
it’s that big sw-ng affiliate, got ya feelin’ it like
10 inches of ashey d-ck in fresher p-ssy, a n-gga be k!llin’ it
peep the delivery, what i’m deliverin’, more than the
average, parental discretion, dub is a savage
i’m harder than michael jackson d-ck in a daycare
and i’ll beat a rappin’ b-tch up too cause i don’t play fair
in the throne i sit, with a jar of vaseline jackin’
off to my videos cause i’m on my own d-ck
gettin’ my jerk on cause y’all n-ggas ain’t gangsta
with them tight -ss mel-donna v-neck t-shirts on
f-ck all y’all, i’ll put the slug in through your chest
w.c. b-tch, i put the w in the west (westside!)
who got ’em shakin’ like parkinson disease?
dub sizzle, ain’t a n-gga reppin’ harder than me

[verse 2: w.c.]
believe y’all be runnin’, anybody round here f-ckin’ with dub
loc who f-ckin’ with dub? look it here
smokin’ weed, gettin’ the money with that hard liquor up in my cup
n-gga f-ckin’ it up, look it here
i goes uh, blocka-blocka, fee-fi-fo
i smell a n-gga f-ckin’ with my ‘6-4
now, duck down, gots to buck ’em down
look around now, y’all done f-cked up now
(beep) here he come, clear the location
in the west coast formation, back up outta the gangsta nation
swervin’ through l.a. and surplus hanky wavin’
sw-ngin’ till infinity cause n-ggas can’t f-ck with me lyrically
everybody k!lla, n-gga realize who you facin’
quick to do you, run it through you with no lubrication
you’re slap boxin’ with a giant smokin’ on a newport
forfeit and “blow the whistle”, your arms is too $hort

-scratching-

[verse 3: w.c.]
from l.a. loc, in a range rove’
twistin’ my zag up, back to act up
holdin’ the stainless, communicatin’ with my fingers
it’s the world famous, world famous
concrete safari -ss n-gga, the kind to reach back
and slap all the s-curl out you r&b -ss n-ggas
haters won’t say it but i’m one of the greatest
the most underrated, dub fall off, i can’t see or feel that picture
you got a better chance catchin’ me in a blood gang meetin’
with clay aiken, johnny guild and little richard
believe me, n-ggas can’t see me, i’m the king of the city
sippin’ on henny, f-ckin’ my compet-tion if any
lights out, any n-gga around me pullin’ the mic out
is like sh-t in a -ss crack, he gettin’ wiped out
cube turned me up on the beat, so i could tell these n-ggas
what it do and what they gettin’ f-ckin’ with me

(now that’s my n-gga man, that’s my young uh, that’s my young pit bull
i have keep him on the chain sometime cause he forget uh
the n-gga forget he in the industry mayne, crip loco cuh)

believe y’all be runnin’, anybody round here f-ckin’ with dub
loc who f-ckin’ with dub? look it here
smokin’ weed, gettin’ money with the hard liquor up in my cup
n-gga f-ckin’ it up, look it here

- wc lyrics

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