Taking Ova

[ VERSE 1: WC ] It's that MAAD Circle, lil'-ass loc'ed out Tick-tick-boom, here to clear the room Get em like this when I drop number three Cause ain't nobody bad like me It's the, it's the rizzapper You wanna c-c-c-clack, what? Yeah fool, run up Non-believers who didn't believe us That we was comin back out, y'all can eat this Diggidy-diggedy-dick in ya mouth Cause papa's got a brand new bag here to tag With the .44 mag that'll Color you Badd And to you rap critics who said I wouldn't last I need to jump out the speakers and strangle your ass Cause never would I let the politics in rap Or the shady contracts play me out like that I know you can't stand to see a real loc'ster ride So let it rain, let it drip fool, dump on ( ? ) [ Hook ] So all you locsters and you hoes Grab yo khakis and yo locs It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle Takin over your radio Nod your head to this here song You like me, get your straight mob on [ VERSE 2: WC ] You shoulda known it don't stop, this is just a taste So party people play like Xscape And just 'kick off your shoes and relax your feet' Bump that brand new Double-U-C I been spendin the most of my time in the cut Finessin my skills so one day I could bust Off a fresh, fresh.. fresh, fresh The beats that are fresh, fresh Comin from the wild wild west But it's got to be different Than the nor-nor-normal styles that I be dishin Kickin, stickin, but still grippin Pop, pop, fizz, fizz It's 1995 and I'm sick of this shit And when rappers as they dangle from my jock Pickin mo' niggas up than jack in a box It don't stop [ Hook ] So all you locsters and you hoes Grab yo khakis and yo locs It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle Takin over your radio Nod your head to this here song You like me, get your straight mob on This year I'm takin my props And like my nigga P said it don't stop till the casket drop Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub [ VERSE 3: WC ] Quick, somebody help me out, get the taser gun Doub's under the sun and it's f-f-f-fun Here to represent, no better yet, here to claim That loc'ed out MA-MA-MA-MAAD Circle gang, fool Marks keep on slippin, slippin - No wait a minute, dudes, wrong song You know what, I'mma just give em a touch Of what? That funk-funk-funky stuff Niggas imitate, but they can't flip it like this Nah sit, Boo Boo sit, let go my dick Cause I've been watchin, watchin, watchin you watchin me WC and no, my name ain't Winnie I ain't got a perm muthafucka, but lyrics I got plenty And when it comes to this I'm rankin at the top ( ? ) on my beach cruiser, puttin in work, it don't stop [ Hook ] So all you locsters and you hoes Grab yo khakis and yo locs It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle Takin over your radio Nod your head to this here song You like me, get your straight mob on You shoulda known it don't stop The Circle never fakes the funk, so muthafuckas give it up Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub