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WC "You Know Me" feat. Ice Cube & Maylay / New Album March 8th
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
WC
WC
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Lopez
Dave Lopez
Mixing Engineer
Dee Underdue
Dee Underdue
Producer
Teak Underdue
Teak Underdue
Producer

Lyrics

I roll my good up, In my Khakies Throw my hood up, keep it OG You know me man, I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me. But these bitches get this money, Got my thang up, keep it on me, you know me man. I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me. Dub-Cuda, lick, kid or get robbed And over here we the headbangers like the jet squad All raw with the raw flow, shake up the audience Like Mike Vick walking in the dog show, Like Giraffe Dick standin tall over y'all Hangin with killers like suspenders on overalls Crackin bottles, swangin and aimin' hollows For niggas in solitary confined into the gang module Clack clock, nigga I keep my shit cocked Don't fuck with me all, i'm in a zone like a ziplock Stay G'ed up, out to get my green up. Blue Chevy, cap back and money like a brink truck. Yellin' to the (?) slangin' sticks like Sheila E Bad bitch on my side, ass like Alicia Keys Feel the breeze, Dub Retire Niggy please Oh the 110 with my Dickies to my knees Breath the fresh air, yes, yeah it's Maylay nigga Big swang and I came with the Connect Gang members, and uhh It ain't bright if we ain't light he ain't the shit nigga he ain't tight, You got it fucked up. It's all or nothin', we ball or bustin', Till they put me in the coffin or the car I'm cuffed in. And to my next opponent, don't even rest a moment I'm so West! (Hell Yeah!) But no extra's on it. LA Dodgers, AK, Choppers And the kids at the graves way before they mommas So I rep the hat, yeah you can bet ya that Capital CA man, and check the tat Recognise by the realist niggers give it up Weather they be Crip or Blood, and the one the women love. Angelino for shizzle respected by Niggas who rob in green coats and don't testify I'm an old nigga on the porch, way to big It's a shame how this nigga influenced them kids. Got 'em out there hustlin' and doin' the shit. And he don't do shit but sit an' scratch on his dick And it's not good that the hood is under a spell It's wonder why nigga ain't under the jail, While they treat this motherfucker like the Wizard of Oz Cause I know what's happening like Re-Run and Rodge I'm a captain yeah the head nigga in charge, Pull Air Force One, up out the garage, I'm the grand poohbah, you're part of my lodge. You mortals better pay, respect to the God. You can cuss more, I'm Mount Rushmore, Now you can sell more, You're still Al Gore Nigga I'm the president, you're just the resident, In my gangsta world, and you late with the fucking rent!
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, William Loshawn Calhoun, O'shea Jackson, Jeret Griffin-black, Teak A Underdue, Christopher J Bellard, William L Hamilton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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