[ VERSE 1: WC ]   It's that MAAD Circle, lil'-ass loc'ed out   Tick-tick-boom, here to clear the room   Get em like this when I drop number three   Cause ain't nobody bad like me   It's the, it's the rizzapper   You wanna c-c-c-clack, what? Yeah fool, run up   Non-believers who didn't believe us   That we was comin back out, y'all can eat this   Diggidy-diggedy-dick in ya mouth   Cause papa's got a brand new bag here to tag   With the .44 mag that'll Color you Badd   And to you rap critics who said I wouldn't last   I need to jump out the speakers and strangle your ass   Cause never would I let the politics in rap   Or the shady contracts play me out like that   I know you can't stand to see a real loc'ster ride   So let it rain, let it drip fool, dump on ( ? )   [ CHORUS ]   So all you locsters and you hoes   Grab yo khakis and yo locs   It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle   Takin over your radio   Nod your head to this here song   You like me, get your straight mob on   [ VERSE 2: WC ]   You shoulda known it don't stop, this is just a taste   So party people play like Xscape   And just 'kick off your shoes and relax your feet'   Bump that brand new Double-U-C   I been spendin the most of my time in the cut   Finessin my skills so one day I could bust   Off a fresh, fresh.. fresh, fresh   The beats that are fresh, fresh   Comin from the wild wild west   But it's got to be different   Than the nor-nor-normal styles that I be dishin   Kickin, stickin, but still grippin   Pop, pop, fizz, fizz   It's 1995 and I'm sick of this shit   And when rappers as they dangle from my jock    Pickin mo' niggas up than jack in a box   It don't stop   [ CHORUS ]   So all you locsters and you hoes   Grab yo khakis and yo locs   It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle   Takin over your radio   Nod your head to this here song   You like me, get your straight mob on   This year I'm takin my props   And like my nigga P said it don't stop till the casket drop   Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub   Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub   Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub   Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub   [ VERSE 3: WC ]   Quick, somebody help me out, get the taser gun   Doub's under the sun and it's f-f-f-fun   Here to represent, no better yet, here to claim   That loc'ed out MA-MA-MA-MAAD Circle gang, fool   Marks keep on slippin, slippin -   No wait a minute, dudes, wrong song   You know what, I'ma just give em a touch   Of what? That funk-funk-funky stuff   Niggas imitate, but they can't flip it like this   Nah sit, Boo Boo sit, let go my dick   Cause I've been watchin, watchin, watchin you watchin me   WC and no, my name ain't Winnie   I ain't got a perm muthafucka, but lyrics I got plenty   And when it comes to this I'm rankin at the top   ( ? ) on my beach cruiser, puttin in work, it don't stop   [ CHORUS ]   So all you locsters and you hoes   Grab yo khakis and yo locs   It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle   Takin over your radio   Nod your head to this here song   You like me, get your straight mob on   You shoulda known it don't stop   The Circle never fakes the funk, so muthafuckas give it up   Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub   Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub   Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub   Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub   Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub   Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub   Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub   Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub   Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub   Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub