Artist: WC f/ DJ Crazy Toones, CJ Mac Album: The Shadiest One Song: Rich Rolling Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com [Opening Skit:] [-] This is the old brother.. [+] OOOOhh! WEEE - Who's car is that? [-] That belongs to me! [+] Now, here he is ladies and gentlemen [-] Look at all these thugs [+] W.C. [-] Are you ready? (YEAHH!) [+] Are you ready? [-] Ladies and gentlemen, a rap Thug [+] Is rarely having fun.. very fine [-] Dub-C, Are you ready? (YEAHH!) [Verse One: W.C.] To all the Rémy sippers, Lo-Lo dippers, the sack clippers Zip lock zips, the Pyrex packing shippers Big head dollar folders, gun holders, with the Shepherd rollers Peep game as I fire up this Dojah Show us how the nigga puts down for looking Nate SC later, nutty eight area Rap star still making sales for chickens, don't get it twisted When I retire, I'm walking with a ticket Mad dogging niggaz, ain't nothing funny Motherfuck Jerry McGuire, show this nigga Dub got money In out of town spot, where I can make a profit With a colored handkerchief hanging out my back pocket Steady banging from my cheep ass on these fools Can't stop til I get money like that nigga Cube Blow my Chronic out the Six double-O on Cruise Controlling My pocket is so swollen, I gotsta have it, rich rolling [Chorus: CJ Mac] Rich rolling, never stolen, heater holding Wheels rolling, she know it, he know it Weed rolling, seeks whoring Where y'all can't hang til you crib to move things [Verse Two: W.C.] Sitting and reminiscing about the days of way back Before the LPs and the Platinum Plugs When all I had to do is start rhyming at the back stores Girls sleeping on the floor, selling sacks out the backdoor I remember niggaz pointing and staring and yelling Look at that nigga rolling in the RX ?? Bitches laughing at me cause I'm rolling a Bucket With the prime on the side of my doors, I'm like FUCK IT! Known someday I'll be that nigga they be jocking Three years later, for sure it's on and popping I see the same fools, back stage calling my name Broke as fuck, looking like that nigga Eddie Kane The game is still the same, but the players done chance Cause now I push luxuries on bang to Connect Gang The Rich Rolling, the Four Fingers up, two twisted in the.. Oh! Fuck it, y'all know the slogan (For Sure!) [Chorus:] [Verse Three: W.C.] Now I done seen niggaz come, and seen niggaz go Whack motherfuckers, sheezy ass videos I've watched them fall up in charges like a brick Talking that true MC can't keep a real shit See, I love to freestyle, but if I can't get paid At the end of the day, I'm like No! Comprende? Cause if Keeping the Real is being broke FUCK! this Rap shit, I'm going back to full-time slanging Coke Laughing at this niggaz whose swearing they're the bomb Working on their fourth albums still living with moms Three Strikes you're out, pack your shit and shake Stick to Flipping Burgers and making Mixtapes Cause if 'It Don't Make Dollars, It Don't Make Sense' And apparently them freestyles, ain't paying the Rent So I'ma let you other motherfuckers keep on roll broken And in the meanwhile, Dub-C gonna keep on rich rolling [Outro: DJ Crazy Toones Scratching quote from 'West Up!'] Connect Gang.. Connect Gang.. Yeah, Uhh.. Crazy Toones So busters be wary cause see we represent.. represent.. WESTSIDE!! So busters be wary cause see we represent.. representing this.. WESTSIDE!! WEST.. WEST.. WESTSIDE!!