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wc – ridin & smokin lyrics

[intro: wc]
hallway on the beat
hallway on the beat
sound like a gang of elephants in the trunk around this motherf-cker
somebody let them motherf-ckers out
what’s happenin’?
what’s happenin’ with it?
chicken hill
motherf-cker
i see ya’ll

[verse 1: wc]
hustle all day
leaving hater sauteed
down on my knees, shootin’ dice in the hallway
yeah n-gga, time to turn the noise up
play time is over, pick them motherf-ckin’ toys up
here come a savage, i’m grabbin’ my hammer and shatter em’
crackin’ all the lenses in your paparazzi cameras
that o.e. 4-0, with a stagger
bald headed ingle motherf-cker with no manners
skip skippin’ and grippin’ the full clip
i’m firing up that good again and
ya’ll bullsh-ttin’ in it
f-ck a love rap, where them dubs at?
i’m a thug, grind to the tops with bird tucked in my b-ttcrack
from south central to northern cali
i galley through the alley with the gamblers
hard crack scramblers
who got the game sealed?
n-ggas better say chicken hill
move back, we ’bout to pop like pills

[hook: c plus]
we just ridin’, ridin’
and smokin’
through northern, central, southern california
west coastin’
i keep my pistol tucked
when the hoes show up and make the g’s come out
so we can party all night til’ they kickin’ us out
then we take a couple bad b-tches back to the crib
excuse me, that’s just how we live

[verse 2: b-legit]
street n-gga, slap a sucka with my left hand
and i don’t peel em’ tall, speakin’ on the next man
and yeah ma, i can be your p-ssy’s best friend
hit you from the back, f-ck you til’ you can’t stand
i like a pretty face, long hair, pretty feet
and good grief, baby look good enough to eat
i got her boyfriend jealous and the girl geeked
the b-tch can’t breathe, n-gga, let her off the leash
i’m a beast and f-ck g’s, i’ll split your onion
hollow tips go zips, if you hear em’ hummin’
cinnabon on the bottom of the tommy-gunnin’
and that’ll have a n-gga runnin’ like a lil woman
i’m where it’s sunny and the money like to grow on trees
i’m talkin’ cookies with the kush and the purple leaves
i could get em’ where you at if they need to be
and you could holler at the chicken if you lookin’ for me

[verse 3: brotha lynch hung]
i am
a sicko, psycho, is so, nitro
schizo, tight flow, pistol, tyco
high speed, i need, a little bit of that light green
might seem, venomous, movie and a dinner sh-t
grrr, i’m an animal, a cannibal
and when i come to chicken, they cook meat for mannibal
yeah, and i drop heat with stamina, rammin’ her
butcher knife, all up in your famila
grrr, just caught a case
now i’m on a murder spree and scr-pin’ off your face
then i put your face on, face off, face it
rock it through the woods like jason
face lifts
like a sp-ce ship
millennium
i’m talkin’ darth vader and i bake it and rape it
let me slow it down and i’m smokin’ one more pound
and i’m huggin’ on the ground

[hook x4: c plus]
we just ridin’, ridin’
and smokin’
through northern, central, southern california
west coastin’
i keep my pistol tucked
when the hoes show up and make the g’s come out
so we can party all night til’ they kickin’ us out
then we take a couple bad b-tches back to the crib
excuse me, that’s just how we live

[outro: wc]
dub cizzle
a.k.a skip skip all about the skrill
f-ckin’ with chicken hill
that’s right
can’t n0body f-ck with chicken hill
dub cizzle
das mee nil
hallway on the beat
f-ckin’ up the concrete
what’s happenin’ with it?
what’s up?
what it do and all that other bullsh-t n-ggas be hollerin’
motherf-cker, you know what it do
chicken hill is what it do
right here
beat your -ss black and blue motherf-cker
what’s happenin’?
b-tch -ss motherf-cker
ya’ll can’t f-ck with chicken hill

- wc lyrics

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