WC - Call It What You Want lyrics

(Talking) Here's a story About a b**h About a b**h I once f**ked wit Now I want ya'll to listen real close sh**'s a trip Peep game Used to have a b**h that was true to life to me Damn near a wife to me The b**h 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 b**h never gave a n***a static I used to make her mad enough to k** Lipstick on the front of my draws, man my b**h was real 'cause she never stole nothin Gaffled by the FED's 3 4 times and never told nothin But wait My b**h is gettin distant on me No more back rubs and kisses What's happenin wit my little misses Too sleepy for the s** play Now what's really going on the same sh** the next day Damn I know she wouldn't f**k around Still I taps all my phones and records every f**kin sound Conversations wit her homegirl but nothin major I duplicates the cap code to her pager Now i recieves every beat 'cause I'll be damned if my b**h goin be playin me cheap (Chorus) Call it what you want but I gotta know If my b**h f**ks around then my b**h gots to go (Repeat 2x) Week and a half flies by and now I Can't trust my b**h doin sh** 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 b**h a** 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 b**hes bout to flirt wit some n***as and clown Followed they a** to the Mo-Mo Oh no Damn this sh**'s for real Now just imagine how a n***a feal 'cause I been livin wit a hoe And worse than that a muthaf**ka didn't know She got's to go I hit the chronic 'cause I'm on a mission I'm havin visions Of two dead b**hes missin Christmas I can't take it no more I co*ks my strap?takes flight? And kick the f**kin hinges off the door I skimmed the room with the infared And finds my b**h and her best friend naked in the water bed (Chorus) Now I'm confused I puts my heat down Mouth open like a muthaf**ka takes a seat now (?we's now?) How long you been f**kin her? I ain't know yo a** was on co*k 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 p**y and the riches F**k it I guess I got two down b**hes (Chorus) (Talking) Ha yeah Tell ya about these little stank a** scrags Ain't sh** I got two of em now F**k em One for this braid right here One for this braid right here Gotta lick this middle one F**k ya'll WC CJ Mac