WC - Walkin' In My Taylors

I'm Banged out like the tongue on my chucks Wes,wes,wes,west, ya'll Yeah Hit em again hey Now Dub C Show em What tiiiime it is It ain't hard to figure it out Dub C yall whats all the bickerin about Lench mob nigga Throw rocks duck and dis us Niggas say fuck us but ain't fuckin with us Yall don't wanna see me like medusa We get moola Can't barricade the barracuda Take my legs from me look around and I'll be still there Like Michael(?) countin money in my wheel chair All day every day roll It up celebrate How you niggas ever figure me and pimpin separate Im trifle psyco loaded like a rifle Nigga I could do this in my sleep with my eyes closed You rockin with a "G" on the west I know a nigga this grown shouldn't be so fresh But I do this for my true fans who made me So if you aint a fan I could give a fuck if you play me cause I'm Hood famous Gettin' paper It won't change up Walkin in my Taylors Fuck haters Im getting paper Throwin my dub up Walkin in my Taylors Hood nigga forever Put a dub in the game Still surviving the weather Cause I done seen it all That's why fuck with a chosen few And keep my back up against the wall Cause yall niggas might (?) for the chippas Actin like you got a pussy up unda that zippa But me to the script im stickin when I walk Goin keep keeping it raw Cut from a different cloth Made money lost money got It back touch plaques crip walk had the whole world on my nutsack lead spitter bread winner red getter ran through a lotta figures holla at a lot a niggas stayed true neva sold out kept it tight yall now im here which motherfuckers gonna write me off nobody feelin em I guess so catch you niggas in the line at my next show cause im (chorus) Cadillac tinted Been in it for a minute Mother fuck a gimmick It's the west side defended While you other niggas mimick I really live It to push It to the limit Fly like a G5 A Cali nigga with the NY to the side of my head like Ely In my slingshot o levis Rollin on Sunset with dope in my car like T.I. Itchin to put you in a box like a mortician Wit the (?) George Clinton Fuck a love song slugs is thrown And I been with it since poppin with the white gloves on Walkin in the function Pickin up the Henn Lookin for something to take home and stick something in Dub Sizzlean pumpin in your hole like gasoline If you lookin for It I got what you need cause I'm Read more: W.C. - WALKIN IN MY TAYLORS LYRICS