Taking Ova Lyrics - W.c.

[ VERSE 1: WC ] 

It's that MAAD Circle, lil'-ass loc'ed out 

Tick-tick-boom, here to clear the room 

Get em like this when I drop number three 

Cause ain't nobody bad like me 

It's the, it's the rizzapper 

You wanna c-c-c-clack, what? Yeah fool, run up 

Non-believers who didn't believe us 

That we was comin back out, y'all can eat this 

Diggidy-diggedy-dick in ya mouth 

Cause papa's got a brand new bag here to tag 

With the .44 mag that'll Color you Badd 

And to you rap critics who said I wouldn't last 

I need to jump out the speakers and strangle your ass 

Cause never would I let the politics in rap 

Or the shady contracts play me out like that 

I know you can't stand to see a real loc'ster ride 

So let it rain, let it drip fool, dump on ( ? ) 

[ CHORUS ] 

So all you locsters and you hoes 

Grab yo khakis and yo locs 

It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle 

Takin over your radio 

Nod your head to this here song 

You like me, get your straight mob on 

[ VERSE 2: WC ] 

You shoulda known it don't stop, this is just a taste 

So party people play like Xscape 

And just 'kick off your shoes and relax your feet' 

Bump that brand new Double-U-C 

I been spendin the most of my time in the cut 

Finessin my skills so one day I could bust 

Off a fresh, fresh.. fresh, fresh 

The beats that are fresh, fresh 

Comin from the wild wild west 

But it's got to be different 

Than the nor-nor-normal styles that I be dishin 

Kickin, stickin, but still grippin 

Pop, pop, fizz, fizz 

It's 1995 and I'm sick of this shit 

And when rappers as they dangle from my jock 

Pickin mo' niggas up than jack in a box 

It don't stop 

[ CHORUS ] 

So all you locsters and you hoes 

Grab yo khakis and yo locs 

It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle 

Takin over your radio 

Nod your head to this here song 

You like me, get your straight mob on 

This year I'm takin my props 

And like my nigga P said it don't stop till the casket drop 

Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub 

Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub 

Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub 

Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub 

[ VERSE 3: WC ] 

Quick, somebody help me out, get the taser gun 

Doub's under the sun and it's f-f-f-fun 

Here to represent, no better yet, here to claim 

That loc'ed out MA-MA-MA-MAAD Circle gang, fool 

Marks keep on slippin, slippin - 

No wait a minute, dudes, wrong song 

You know what, I'ma just give em a touch 

Of what? That funk-funk-funky stuff 

Niggas imitate, but they can't flip it like this 

Nah sit, Boo Boo sit, let go my dick 

Cause I've been watchin, watchin, watchin you watchin me 

WC and no, my name ain't Winnie 

I ain't got a perm muthafucka, but lyrics I got plenty 

And when it comes to this I'm rankin at the top 

( ? ) on my beach cruiser, puttin in work, it don't stop 

[ CHORUS ] 

So all you locsters and you hoes 

Grab yo khakis and yo locs 

It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle 

Takin over your radio 

Nod your head to this here song 

You like me, get your straight mob on 

You shoulda known it don't stop 

The Circle never fakes the funk, so muthafuckas give it up 

Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub 

Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub 

Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub 

Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub 

Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub 

Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub 

Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub 

Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub 

Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub 

Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub