WC - Ridin & Smokin lyrics

[Intro: WC] Hallway on the beat Hallway on the beat Sound like a gang of elephants in the trunk around this motherf**er Somebody let them motherf**ers out What's happenin'? What's happenin' with it? Chicken Hill Motherf**er I see ya'll [Verse 1: WC] Hustle all day Leaving hater sauteed Down on my knees, shootin' dice in the hallway Yeah n***a, time to turn the noise up Play time is over, pick them motherf**in' toys up Here come a savage, I'm grabbin' my hammer and shatter em' Crackin' all the lenses in your paparazzi cameras That O.E. 4-0, with a stagger Bald headed Ingle motherf**er with no manners Skip skippin' and grippin' the full clip I'm firing up that good again and Ya'll bullsh**tin' in it f** a love rap, where them dubs at? I'm a thug, grind to the tops with bird tucked in my bu*tcrack From South Central to Northern Cali I galley through the alley with the gamblers Hard crack scramblers Who got the game sealed? n***as better say Chicken Hill Move back, we 'bout to pop like pills [Hook: C Plus] We just ridin', ridin' And smokin' Through Northern, Central, Southern California West Coastin' I came up pistol terms When the hoes show up and make the G's come out So we can party all night til' they kickin' us out Then we take a couple bad b**hes back to the crib Excuse me, that's just how we live [Verse 2: B-Legit] Street n***a, slap a s**a with my left hand And I don't peel em' tall, speakin' on the next man And yeah ma, I can be your p**y's best friend Hit you from the back, f** you til' you can't stand I like a pretty face, long hair, pretty feet And good grief, baby look good enough to eat I got her boyfriend jealous and the girl geeked The b**h can't breathe, n***a, let her off the leash I'm a beast and f** g's, I'll split your onion Hollow tips go zips, if you hear em' hummin' Cinnabon on the bottom of the tommy-gunnin' And that'll have a n***a runnin' like a lil woman I'm where it's sunny and the money like to grow on trees I'm talkin' Cookies with the Kush and the purple leaves I could get em' where you at if they need to be And you could holler at the Chicken if you lookin' for me [Hook: C Plus] We just ridin', ridin' And smokin' Through Northern, Central, Southern California West Coastin' I came up pistol terms When the hoes show up and make the G's come out So we can party all night til' they kickin' us out Then we take a couple bad b**hes back to the crib Excuse me, that's just how we live [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] I am A sicko, psycho, is so, nitro Schizo, tight flow, pistol, tyco High speed, I need, a little bit of that light green Might seem, venomous, movie and a dinner sh** Grrr, I'm an animal, a cannibal And when I come to Chicken, they cook meat for mannibal Yeah, and I drop heat with stamina, rammin' her Butcher knife, all up in your famila Grrr, just caught a case Now I'm on a murder spree and scrapin' off your face Then I put your face on, face off, face it Rock it through the woods like Jason Face lifts Like a space ship Millennium I'm talkin' Darth Vader and I bake it and rape it Let me slow it down and I'm smokin' one more pound And I'm huggin' on the ground [Hook X4: C Plus] We just ridin', ridin' And smokin' Through Northern, Central, Southern California West Coastin' I came up pistol terms When the hoes show up and make the G's come out So we can party all night til' they kickin' us out Then we take a couple bad b**hes back to the crib Excuse me, that's just how we live [Outro: WC] Dub Cizzle A.K.A skip skip all about the skrill f**in' with Chicken Hill That's right Can't nobody f** with Chicken Hill Dub Cizzle Das mee nil Hallway on the beat f**in' up the concrete What's happenin' with it? What's up? What it do and all that other bullsh** n***as be hollerin' Motherf**er, you know what it do Chicken Hill is what it do Right here Beat your a** black and blue motherf**er What's happenin'? b**h a** motherf**er Ya'll can't f** with Chicken Hill