WC - Revenge Of The Barracuda lyrics

[Intro: Tracy Nelson] Barracuda, Ba Ba Barracuda! Awww awwww Barracuda awww awwww Awww awwww Barracuda awww awwww [DJ Crazy Toones scratching quotes below:] Awww Awwww Awww Awwww oh! here we go again - [W.C.] Here we go again, here we go again - [W.C.] Here we go again, go again - [W.C.] All I know is I wanna hear some gangster sh** - [Crazy Toones] f** all that knight sh** - [Crazy Toones] Dub.. Dub Sizzler, from the Westside - [W.C.] f**.. f**.. f**.. f**ing up the pro.. pro.. program - [W.C.] [Verse 1: W.C.] Sliding in the door like I'm so hard With the fresh card hard folded on my forearm You know that go hard, South Central Bogart West ghetto vet still rolling like a go-cart I'm from the era when most rappers was scared to wear red (Come On!) Before the tight clothes and mascara When these mark rappers from the blue side, claiming they're with it But scared to walk on the screen 'til I did it BLAM BLAM - leave that a** open f** them, feed them fish, dump their body in the ocean You rap n***az know the business When I come around y'all be hiding from me like the Jehovah's Witness They call me Quick Spray, cause I've been with this gangster sh** Since Grandmaster Flash had beads on the French Braids Lay you down n***a how I sound? f** y'all b**h n***az - L.A. is my town! [Hook: W.C.] Come on! Throw it up! Load it up! Hold it up! Walk in on them with the twelve gauge n***a roll it up From the West to the East, to the South, to my Midwest n***az Y'all know what I'm about! Throw it up! Hold it up! Give it up! Chuck it up! Put my Chuck Taylors on a jump out to f** it up From the West to the East, to the South, to my Midwest n***az The Barracuda is out! [Verse 2: W.C.] Back out y'all! Sending your favorite rapper's sun shades Flying off his face like a foul ball From the left side known what I'm about y'all I can't do the right thing, n***a I'm a south paw Nasty spitting them, flowing identical (Come on!) Standing on the couch in the club, holding my genitals Golf hat to the low, chicken heads I'm getting those Putting smoke in the air like a pack of Seminoles Leaving my sh** stains on the instrumental Off the hard liquor mineral - the hood star general (Come on!) While you were s**ing titty milk just a little tender I was in a creased sweatshirt playing Defender n***a! - The harder they come the harder they fall Pulling out my marker striking and hitting up the wall Blowing that holding that still strapped like a prophylac' Staying down like the cuffs on my Corker Sacks [Outro: Tracy Nelson] Next message, received at 4:20