Fo' All Y'all Lyrics

Fo' All Y'all�
Featuring WC
From Exit Wounds Soundtrack

{All y'all haters..}�
[WC] Yeah.. what's crackin ni'a?�
[WC] What's crackin ni'a?�
{All y'all haters..}�
[WC] Dub C.. connected with my homeboy Cavi'�
{All y'all haters gon' talk to this..}�
[WC] Y'all know what time it is�
[WC] Straight out the womb homey�
{All y'all haters..}�
[WC] I got a question; and it goes like this�

[WC]�
The question at hand - is how should I bang these, slang these�
Get 'em all to pullin out them hankies (uh-huh)�
Flip a cup to this, click it, load it up and bust to this�
Kick up dust to this, bust a U lay chalk to this to walk to this�
Stick you, hit you with one whistle {*whistling*} (ONE!)�
It's that rag hot twist doe (uh-huh) anti-disco (uh-huh)�
Long time, long see�
But we gon' put this rider car back together�
but gangsta's how it's gon' be (ni'a!)�
Stand up, nigga throw yo' hands up�
Wipe it off, crack it open loc' and turn the can up�
It's that G from the heart known for creepin in the dark�
And like Cyrus fool, I'm callin a meetin in the park (ni'a!)�
In Broughams and khakis, hoppin out the two-thousand-and-two Caddy�
Loc' it's Dub C and Cavi�
Cast it up, nigga smoke to this, gangstas dog and loc' to this�
Real niggaz roll to this�

[Chorus: *sung*]�
All y'all haters gon' talk to this�
And all real gangstas gon' walk to this�
Cause all true players gon' mack to this�
Bump a rack to this, you know clap to this�
Cause some of y'all niggaz can't play the game�
Cause some of y'all niggaz can't do the thang�
Cause half of y'all niggaz is scared of fame�
We chase the dreams and fulfill the game�

[Caviar]�
Catch me in this MC or catch me in a double-R�
G'd up and star (who is you?) Caviar�
Cold ass nigga when it comes to my chippers�
I'm nutty as a Snicker when it comes to legal tender�
Currency collector, bring it back now selector�
Catch a lick slippin and I'm quick to intercept her�
Cash like a pass, mash to keep it comin�
Mr. Keep-A-Fat-Knot, I'm always up to somethin�
To get another tizzack, I bet the new llizzac�
be on chrome feet, TV's with beat�
Matchin (?) do's with the PS2's�
Smokin Kervorkian, sippin VS2�
(Fo' sha') Big dollars, Impalas�
Caviar got that bombay holla (oooh-ooh!)�
Haters hate to this, and lowriders scrape to this�
And all my real riders bounce rock skate to this�

[Chorus]�

[WC]�
Ghetto glamour, rolled up with my thumb on my hammer (clik clak)�
Lookin like I'm dealin with mo' snow than Santa�
Chronic in my lungs nigga, ice on my neck�
Twenty-two's on my truck, niggaz after my deck (bump bump)�
Dank I need it to mash but it's time to ride�
And for my niggaz incarcerated I grind and push this line (ni'a)�
Sip malt liquor twist braids straight bankin�
G'd up and fo' all y'all I'ma stay swangin�

[Caviar]�
Oh yeah, you know we stay on that gangsta page�
Golf hats, Romeos, twelve gauge and braids�
O.T. trips, cutties with Euro clips�
Keep 'em smokin Gladys Knight with the E on the Pip�
Dip with new fits and whips so we can twist�
like Daytons, got my revenue stop hatin�
In the paint Cavi' go hard on y'all�
Boss ballin y'all, this fo' all y'all ni'a�

[Chorus]�

{All y'all haters..}�
[WC] What's crackin? Dub C and Cavi�
{All y'all haters..}�
[WC] Fort Knox, bandanna swangin collab'�
[WC] Y'all know what time it is�
{All y'all haters gon' talk to this..}�
[WC] Heh heh, yeah, Exit Wounds, Exit Wounds�
{All y'all haters..}�
[WC] Puttin in work, Fort Knox�
{All y'all haters..}�
[WC] Real shit, can't fuck with it�
{All y'all haters..}�
[WC] Stuck with it.. nigga, what's crackin?�
{All y'all haters gon' talk to this..}�
[WC] Yeah..�
{All y'all haters..}�
[WC] Y'know!�

"Definition, villain!" -> MC Ren {*scratched*}�

{*ad lib singing and scratching "Gangsta Gangsta" to fade*}