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SINGER: WC
SONG:The Autobiography
[ct] it's about that time nigga [wc] for what? [ct] redo this motherfucker look i found it nigga [wc] ahh hell naw nigga! [ct] sheyitt
Now here we go, y'all gotta play this Due to you bitch-ass niggaz i'ma maze this Rearranged funk and refreak the track The godfather of underground rap is back Banged out the game as i ride with the benji's Fuck off the hook, nigga i'm off the fuckin hinges No gimmicks, just a crew of driveby shooters Coupe de ville swoopers, looters and stax loopers I started off way back sick with a mentality Wicked got down kickin it with the syndicate Just a lil' nigga seein ways to get paid Levi cordueroy saggin with french braids No overnight success, no tinted windows No limos, just a hungry nigga doin demos The year eighty-eight, the group was low pro When niggaz used to swerve on lincoln's and vogues Loc these niggaz ain't knowin about payin no dues, the shit i done been through Gone through, put through, was bruised too so it's time to school these foes Looka there, as i walk the rugged road of the path I gets flashbacks, and thrash mash, enemies in my path Hustler turn your page to nineteen eighty-nine When a young nigga first signed the dotted line, i was Bang bang, boogie with the music Took the old funk track, and relooped it Dropped "payin dues" for a small amount of cheddar The name of the lp was "we in this together"
*beeper sounds repeatedly*
[ct] awww shit, what the fuck why you sto [wc] man this motherfuckin pager keep goin off Look i'm tired of these bitches! [ct] youse a cold nigga!
*dj scratches* "noooo shit!"
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