Featuring E-40, Too $hort

[Wc] Ooh-Ooooohhhhhh!
[E-40] beyooooooooooooooooootch! Huh-ha, hah!
[Wc] Dub Cya, nya!
[E-40] Uhhhh, hah!
[Wc] Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc?
[E-40] Whassupish weebelations?
[Wc] $hort Dawg, we all hogs
[Ts] Ain't nuttin n***a, it's that pimp shit bwoy
[E-40] We doin our thingamajig up in this beyotch!

Verse One: wc
Thinkin of a master plan
Cause ain't naytin but crumbs inside my hand
So I, hit the stick, leaves my residence
Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin this gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim, with a million dollar dream
Of swervin 740 Beem's and count G's from money machines
My click trump tight, n***a we roll like dice
For the ten china whites seekin hustler paradise
Where you from, what's your name, motherfucker what you sayin?
Dub C still claimin that Maad Circle gang and
Smokin dank and drankin, jaw breakin runnin the pavement
Top rankin cd slanger, ghetto Hall of Famer
International resider worldwider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar with No Limit's like Master P
Found my glitch in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but still hustlin