Just Clownin' Lyrics
| Song | Just Clownin' |
| Artist | WC |
| Album | The Shadiest One |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Calhoun, Gillian, Morrison | |
| (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 |
| zuo ci : Calhoun, Gillian, Morrison | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Calhoun, Gillian, Morrison | |
| 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 |
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