(Talking) Back again...It's the jankiest the jankiest   Still gettin' my stalk on walk on      Verse 1      One of the G'est WSC riders   One about the Feds on camera with the folded bandanna   It's me the G you be a seein' Nighttrain sipper   two fingers split I'ma get her once again I bring her   Skip skip throw it up throw it up give it up or get rolled up   swole up thought I told ya 'bout this Maad Circle Soldier   Allstars locs pieces khakis and linens   the OG Godfather with the blue feather in it   The shadiest nigga what's crackin' who got the sack and   nigga what they goin' for everybody's on the floor   Make way for the loccest cutthroat with a beard long as Moses   walkin' through yo camps and striking penitentiary poses   A straight vet Connect Gang is my set   Since a rook I did everything in the book   Puttin' those thangs on ya like bing bing when I get ya   Loc this rap game ain't ready for a real cap nigga      Chorus   Not just clownin' we got thousands   still out bangin' the streets   Playas get jacked from thinkin' I'm acting   y'all can't see WC   (Repeat)      Verse 2      Now bow to the shadiest hood patrollin' west rollin'   7 figure nigga still hi fi growin'   Pistol holdin' bailin' with nothing but trues   jumping out the fo' in the corduroy house shoes   WC a G been in these streets for years   been loccin' since the Force MD's were singing "Tears"   Now what the fuck a new nigga got to say to me   I was pullin' 211's when KDAY was the Beat   1984 Lo Cali Sports Arena   and off of jams I'm jackin' fools for Filas   When Run DMC and Jam Master first bust   we was snatchin' mothafuckas outta Nissan trucks   Raised from a crew of real killers and knick kickers   that never ran on ya but was quick to put them hands on ya   (Talking) Ha ha Man y'all better figure us out quick   Ain't no rappers here we felons trying to make money at this here.      Chorus      Verse 3      It's the cap peeler night grinder west rider hood ratacider   Deuce 4 7 all day everyday   4 deep hittin' corners in a rag Chevrolet   Started out nada before I turned rich I used to do it for free   but now I ride for the paper   Maad Circle hit 'em up like bam   Where y'all from them enemies don't act dumb   y'all know where we from   It's that 15th letter 2 times with the S   cut off Dickie wearing descendant from the West   Steady square dumping in the center where the crowd   with my flag on my head tied Aunt Jemima style   But ain't nobody trippin' cause we all about the ends   plus fool I don't set trip I set trends   now after this I'm givin' y'all about a year   We gone see how many niggas grow braids in they beard.      Chorus with ad libs 'til end