Get Out / W.c.Verse One: W.C.Who wanna roll with the real nigga? - itchy finger, wine hitterWaiting at the back of the club sipping liquor with Don figuresDiamonds on my bedazzles and bandannas I' my apparelTrying to take these whores to the next levelJust off on parole, pocket full of doughBlowing Blueberry in V.I.P with X.O.I know it's hard to believe, you ain't never seen a riderWith so many rocks in this flea color (BLING! BLING!)The ghetto Michael Jordan of Rap penetratingStepped up away from the game and came back like retaliationNow it's on til they bury me (COME ON!!) Get them up, hit them upBack balling for life, living it upUsed to wear a Ski Mask where the cash beNow I'm 'Rich Rolling' with girls, riding this black AshyIt's 'Cash Over Ass' - you know what I'm saying?They need to bending over, I'm payingChorus: Black Chill and DJ Crazy Toones X2DJ Crazy T. BITCH GET OUT!!Black Chill If we ain't fucking tonight, if we ain't fucking tonightDJ Crazy T. BITCH GET OUT!!Black Chill If you ain't sucking tonight, if you ain't sucking tonightVerse Two: W.C.Love me or love me not, Dub gonna stay on the tattleMaking Chicken Heads swallowI know all of y'all trying to get paid for the Sex playBut I see through these jams like X-RaySwerving on the highway with the knight
visionFrom South Central to Down South that's my missionOn my way to the Strip Club to spend a little bitDon Bacardi, Party and BullshitChop dirty money on the Wood Grave with my out of town playersCause Game Recognize Game, chasing cheeseLacing up pieces of presidential with sweet hitsSwitching whores like leases, all weekendGot them tricks spreading them ass-cheeks andBox Springs and Mattress is squeaking; Pimps up, whores downAnd if you ain't fucking, don't bring your ass aroundChorus: Black Chill and DJ Crazy Toones X2Verse Three: W.C.Yeah, roll that shit, light that shitThrow that there, Bitch! put something in the airI got more humps and four pumps to make your crew jumpEight times, threw in the chumpsAnti pretty nigga, greedy nigga - Fuck the industry niggaRoll my penitentiary Tennessee nigga in jail clothesWith balls big as shell toesTrying to see naked butt assholes and elbowsOut for Skrilla, pimp the game like a gorillaStill a banger, lap dance nipple filler (Nigga)Loaded, Arm One, squatting down low and taking flicksCorrectional Facility posing, came up the hard routeBut now I'm hood Start-outPull a card out, we're about to buy the pour-outDrunk a lot, touched the cotBitch! we ain't play with it, we just fuck a lotChorus: Black Chill and DJ Crazy Toones X2Black ChillBITCH GET OUT!!