Exit Wounds soundtrack — текст песни (Caviar f WC)

{All y`all haters..}
[WC] Yeah.. what`s crackin ni`a?
[WC] What`s crackin ni`a?
{All y`all haters..}
[WC] Dub C.. connected with my homeboy Cavi`
{All y`all haters gon` talk to this..}
[WC] Y`all know what time it is
[WC] Straight out the womb homey
{All y`all haters..}
[WC] I got a question; and it goes like this

[WC]
The question at hand - is how should I bang these, slang these
Get `em all to pullin out them hankies (uh-huh)
Flip a cup to this, click it, load it up and bust to this
Kick up dust to this, bust a U lay chalk to this to walk to this
Stick you, hit you with one whistle {*whistling*} (ONE!)
It`s that rag hot twist doe (uh-huh) anti-disco (uh-huh)
Long time, long see
But we gon` put this rider car back together
but gangsta`s how it`s gon` be (ni`a!)
Stand up, nigga throw yo` hands up
Wipe it off, crack it open loc` and turn the can up
It`s that G from the heart known for creepin in the dark
And like Cyrus fool, I`m callin a meetin in the park (ni`a!)
In Broughams and khakis, hoppin out the two-thousand-and-two Caddy
Loc` it`s Dub C and Cavi
Cast it up, nigga smoke to this, gangstas dog and loc` to this
Real niggaz roll to this

[Chorus: *sung*]
All y`all haters gon` talk to this
And all real gangstas gon` walk to this
Cause all true players gon` mack to this
Bump a rack to this, you know clap to this
Cause some of y`all niggaz can`t play the game
Cause some of y`all niggaz can`t do the thang
Cause half of y`all niggaz is scared of fame
We chase the dreams and fulfill the game

[Caviar]
Catch me in this MC or catch me in a double-R
G`d up and star (who is you?) Caviar
Cold ass nigga when it comes to my chippers
I`m nutty as a Snicker when it comes to legal tender
Currency collector, bring it back now selector
Catch a lick slippin and I`m quick to intercept her
Cash like a pass, mash to keep it comin
Mr. Keep-A-Fat-Knot, I`m always up to somethin
To get another tizzack, I bet the new llizzac
be on chrome feet, TV`s with beat
Matchin (?) do`s with the PS2`s
Smokin Kervorkian, sippin VS2
(Fo` sha`) Big dollars, Impalas
Caviar got that bombay holla (oooh-ooh!)
Haters hate to this, and lowriders scrape to this
And all my real riders bounce rock skate to this

[Chorus]

[WC]
Ghetto glamour, rolled up with my thumb on my hammer (clik clak)
Lookin like I`m dealin with mo` snow than Santa
Chronic in my lungs nigga, ice on my neck
Twenty-two`s on my truck, niggaz after my deck (bump bump)
Dank I need it to mash but it`s time to ride
And for my niggaz incarcerated I grind and push this line (ni`a)
Sip malt liquor twist braids straight bankin
G`d up and fo` all y`all I`ma stay swangin

[Caviar]
Oh yeah, you know we stay on that gangsta page
Golf hats, Romeos, twelve gauge and braids
O.T. trips, cutties with Euro clips
Keep `em smokin Gladys Knight with the E on the Pip
Dip with new fits and whips so we can twist
like Daytons, got my revenue stop hatin
In the paint Cavi` go hard on y`all
Boss ballin y`all, this fo` all y`all ni`a

[Chorus]

{All y`all haters..}
[WC] What`s crackin? Dub C and Cavi
{All y`all haters..}
[WC] Fort Knox, bandanna swangin collab`
[WC] Y`all know what time it is
{All y`all haters gon` talk to this..}
[WC] Heh heh, yeah, Exit Wounds, Exit Wounds
{All y`all haters..}
[WC] Puttin in work, Fort Knox
{All y`all haters..}
[WC] Real shit, can`t fuck with it
{All y`all haters..}
[WC] Stuck with it.. nigga, what`s crackin?
{All y`all haters gon` talk to this..}