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 ^!$$% static
I used to make her mad enough to kill
Lipstick on the front of my draws, man my (*##$ was real
Cuz she never stole nothin
Gaffled by the FED's 3 4 times and never told nothin
But wait
My (*##$ is gettin distant on me
No more back rubs and kisses
What's happenin wit my little misses
Too sleepy for the sex play
Now what's really going on the same %#@! the next day
Damn I know she wouldn't $#&@ around
Still I taps all my phones and records every $#&@in sound
Conversations wit her homegirl but nothin major
I duplicates the cap code to her pager
Now i recieves every beat
Cuz I'll be damned if my (*##$ goin be playin me cheap
[Chorus]
Call it what you want but I gotta know
If my (*##$ $#&@s around then my (*##$ gots to go [x2]
Week and a half flies by and now I
Can't trust my (*##$ doin %#@!
Track her through the mall, the cleaners, and the nail shop
The grocery store, and the health food spot
Dub you trippin I say to myself
'Is she all that?
I'm on my (*##$ $$# 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 ^!$$% feal
Cuz I been livin wit a hoe
And worse than that a mutha$#&@a didn't know
She got's to go
I hit the chronic cuz
I'm on a mission
I'm havin visions
Of two dead (*##$es missin Christmas
I can't take it no more
I @@#!s my strap ?takes flight?
And kick the $#&@in hinges off the door
I skimmed the room with the infared
And finds my (*##$ and her best friend naked in the water bed
[Chorus]
Now I'm confused
I puts my heat down
Mouth open like a mutha$#&@a takes a seat now (?we's now?)
How long you been $#&@in her?
I ain't know yo $$# 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
[Chorus]
[Talking]
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
WC CJ Mac
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