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WC lyrics : "Call It What You Want"

Here's a story
About a (*##$

About a (*##$ I once $#&@ed wit
Now I want ya'll to listen real close
%#@!'s a trip

Peep game

Used to have a (*##$ that was true to life to me

Damn near a wife to me
The (*##$ was just right for me
Stood by my side

Used to help me wit my hustle
Down to pack straps and a cap if we had a tustle
I used to trust her wit my riches

I be in the kitchen cookin chickens
While she be washin dishes
150,000 in the attic

Pager blowin up all night, my (*##$ never gave a ^!$$% static
I used to make her mad enough to kill
Lipstick on the front of my draws, man my (*##$ was real

Cuz she never stole nothin
Gaffled by the FED's 3 4 times and never told nothin
But wait

My (*##$ is gettin distant on me
No more back rubs and kisses
What's happenin wit my little misses

Too sleepy for the sex play
Now what's really going on the same %#@! the next day
Damn I know she wouldn't $#&@ around

Still I taps all my phones and records every $#&@in sound
Conversations wit her homegirl but nothin major
I duplicates the cap code to her pager

Now i recieves every beat
Cuz I'll be damned if my (*##$ goin be playin me cheap

Call it what you want but I gotta know
If my (*##$ $#&@s around then my (*##$ gots to go [x2]

Week and a half flies by and now I
Can't trust my (*##$ doin %#@!

Track her through the mall, the cleaners, and the nail shop
The grocery store, and the health food spot
Dub you trippin I say to myself

'Is she all that?
I'm on my (*##$ $$# like I'm lo jack'
Just hold that

I don't really like when she be callin her best friend
Pull up on the lot in a black Benz
I could smell it homie

It's goin down
These (*##$es bout to flirt wit some ^!$$%s and clown
Followed they $$# to the Mo-Mo

Oh no
Damn this %#@!'s for real
Now just imagine how a ^!$$% feal

Cuz I been livin wit a hoe
And worse than that a mutha$#&@a didn't know
She got's to go

I hit the chronic cuz
I'm on a mission
I'm havin visions

Of two dead (*##$es missin Christmas
I can't take it no more
I @@#!s my strap ?takes flight?

And kick the $#&@in hinges off the door
I skimmed the room with the infared
And finds my (*##$ and her best friend naked in the water bed


Now I'm confused
I puts my heat down
Mouth open like a mutha$#&@a takes a seat now (?we's now?)

How long you been $#&@in her?
I ain't know yo $$# was on @@#!
Got me thinkin bout ? ?
She said I trust her like you trust me
If you trust we

Then us three could be livin in harmony
I get's to thinkin bout the #~!!@ and the riches
$#&@ it I guess I got two down (*##$es


Ha yeah
Tell ya about these little stank $$# scrags
Ain't %#@!

I got two of em now
$#&@ em
One for this braid right here
One for this braid right here
Gotta lick this middle one

$#&@ ya'll

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