Call It What You Want Lyrics - Singles - W.c.

(Talking) 

Here's a story 

About a bitch 

About a bitch I once fucked wit 

Now I want y'all to listen real close 

Shit's a trip 

Peep game 

Used to have a bitch that was true to life to me 

Damn near a wife to me 

The bitch was just right for me 

Stood by my side 

Used to help me wit my hustle 

Down to pack straps and a cap if we had a tussle 

I used to trust her wit my riches 

I be in the kitchen cookin' chickens 

While she be washin' dishes 

150,000 in the attic 

Pager blowin' up all night, my bitch never gave a nigga static 

I used to make her mad enough to kill 

Lipstick on the front of my draws, man my bitch was real 

'Cause she never stole nothin' 

Gaffled by the FED's 3 4 times and never told nothin' 

But wait 

My bitch is gettin' distant on me 

No more back rubs and kisses 

What's happenin' wit my little misses 

Too sleepy for the sex play 

Now what's really going on the same shit the next day 

Damn I know she wouldn't fuck around 

Still I taps all my phones and records every fuckin' sound 

Conversations wit her homegirl but nothin' major 

I duplicates the cap code to her pager 

Now i receives every beat 

'Cause I'll be damned if my bitch goin' be playin' me cheap 

Call it what you want but I gotta know 

If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go 

If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go 

Week and a half flies by and now I 

Can't trust my bitch doin shit 

Track her through the mall, the cleaners, and the nail shop 

The grocery store, and the health food spot 

Dub you trippin I say to myself 

'Is she all that? 

I'm on my bitch ass like I'm lo jack' 

Just hold that 

I don't really like when she be callin her best friend 

Pull up on the lot in a black Benz 

I could smell it homie 

It's goin down 

These bitches bout to flirt wit some niggas and clown 

Followed they ass to the Mo-Mo 

Oh no 

Damn this shit's for real 

Now just imagine how a nigga feal 

'cause I been livin wit a hoe 

And worse than that a muthafucka didn't know 

She got's to go 

I hit the chronic 'cause 

I'm on a mission 

I'm havin visions 

Of two dead bitches missin Christmas 

I can't take it no more 

I cocks my strap ?takes flight? 

And kick the fuckin hinges off the door 

I skimmed the room with the infared 

And finds my bitch and her best friend naked in the water bed 

Call it what you want but I gotta know 

If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go 

If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go 

Now I'm confused 

I puts my heat down 

Mouth open like a muthafucka takes a seat now (?we's now?) 

How long you been fuckin her? 

I ain't know yo ass was on cock 

Got me thinkin bout ? ? 

She said I trust her like you trust me 

If you trust we 

Then us three could be livin in harmony 

I get's to thinkin bout the pussy and the riches 

Fuck it I guess I got two down bitches 

Call it what you want but I gotta know 

If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go 

If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go 

Ha yeah 

Tell ya about these little stank ass scrags 

Ain't shit 

I got two of em now 

Fuck em 

One for this braid right here 

One for this braid right here 

Gotta lick this middle one 

Fuck ya'll 

WC CJ Mac