Just Clownin' Lyrics - W.c.

(Talking) Back again...It's the jankiest the jankiest 

Still gettin' my stalk on walk on 

Verse 1 

One of the G'est WSC riders 

One about the Feds on camera with the folded bandanna 

It's me the G you be a seein' Nighttrain sipper 

Two fingers split I'ma get her once again I bring her 

Skip skip throw it up throw it up give it up or get rolled up 

Swole up thought I told ya 'bout this Maad Circle Soldier 

Allstars locs pieces khakis and linens 

The OG Godfather with the blue feather in it 

The shadiest nigga what's crackin' who got the sack and 

Nigga what they goin' for everybody's on the floor 

Make way for the loccest cutthroat with a beard long as Moses 

Walkin' through yo camps and striking penitentiary poses 

A straight vet Connect Gang is my set 

Since a rook I did everything in the book 

Puttin' those thangs on ya like bing bing when I get ya 

Loc this rap game ain't ready for a real cap nigga 

Chorus 

Not just clownin' we got thousands 

Still out bangin' the streets 

Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting 

Y'all can't see WC 

(Repeat) 

Verse 2 

Now bow to the shadiest hood patrollin' west rollin' 

7 figure nigga still hi fi growin' 

Pistol holdin' bailin' with nothing but trues 

Jumping out the fo' in the corduroy house shoes 

WC a G been in these streets for years 

Been loccin' since the Force MD's were singing "Tears" 

Now what the fuck a new nigga got to say to me 

I was pullin' 211's when KDAY was the Beat 

1984 Lo Cali Sports Arena 

And off of jams I'm jackin' fools for Filas 

When Run DMC and Jam Master first bust 

We was snatchin' mothafuckas outta Nissan trucks 

Raised from a crew of real killers and knick kickers 

That never ran on ya but was quick to put them hands on ya 

(Talking) Ha ha Man y'all better figure us out quick 

Ain't no rappers here we felons trying to make money at this here. 

Chorus 

Verse 3 

It's the cap peeler night grinder west rider hood ratacider 

Deuce 4 7 all day everyday 

4 deep hittin' corners in a rag Chevrolet 

Started out nada before I turned rich I used to do it for free 

But now I ride for the paper 

Maad Circle hit 'em up like bam 

Where y'all from them enemies don't act dumb 

Y'all know where we from 

It's that 15th letter 2 times with the S 

Cut off Dickie wearing descendant from the West 

Steady square dumping in the center where the crowd 

With my flag on my head tied Aunt Jemima style 

But ain't nobody trippin' cause we all about the ends 

Plus fool I don't set trip I set trends 

Now after this I'm givin' y'all about a year 

We gone see how many niggas grow braids in they beard. 

Chorus with ad libs 'til end