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Revenge Of The Barracuda - WC
Barracuda ba ba barracuda
Aww awww barracuda aww awww
Aww awww barracuda aww awww
Awww awww awww awww oh here we go again
Here we go again here we go again
Here we go again go again
All I know is I wanna hear some gangster sh*t
F**k all that knight sh*t
Dub dub sizzler from the westside
F**k f**k f**k f**king up the pro-pro-program
Sliding in the door like I'm so hard
With the fresh card hard folded on my forearm
You know that go hard south central bogart
West ghetto vet still rolling like a go-cart
I'm from the era
When most rappers was scared to wear red
Come on
Before the tight clothes and mascara
When these mark rappers from the blue side
Claiming they're with it
But scared to walk on the screen 'til I did it
Blam Blam leave that a** open
F**k them feed them fish dump their body in the ocean
You rap niggaz know the business
When I come around you all be hiding
From me like the jehovah's witness
They call me quick spray
Cause I've been with this gangster sh*t
Since grandmaster
Flash had beads on the french braids
Lay you down ni**a how I sound
F**k you all b**ch niggaz LA is my town
Come on throw it up load it up hold it up
Walk in on them with the twelve gauge ni**a roll it up
From the west to the east
To the south to my midwest niggaz
You all know what I'm about
Throw it up hold it up give it up chuck it up
Put my chuck taylors on a jump out to f**k it up
From the west to the east to the south
To my midwest niggaz
The barracuda is out
Back out you all
Sending your favorite rapper's sun shades
Flying off his face like a foul ball
From the left side known what I'm about you all
I can't do the right thing ni**a I'm a south paw
Nasty spitting them flowing identical come on
Standing on the couch in the club
Holding my genitals
Golf hat to the low chicken heads I'm getting those
Putting smoke in the air like a pack of seminoles
Leaving my sh*t stains on the instrumental
Off the hard liquor mineral
The hood star general come on
While you were sucking titty
Milk just a little tender
I was in a creased sweatshirt playing defender
Ni**a the harder they come the harder they fall
Pulling out my marker striking
And hitting up the wall
Blowing that holding
That still strapped like a prophylac
Staying down like the cuffs on my corker sacks
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