Artist: WC f/ Ice Cube, Maylay, Uncle Chucc (a/k/a Charles Hamilton) Album: Revenge of the Barracuda Song: You Know Me Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [Intro/Chorus: Uncle Chucc a/k/a Charles Hamilton] I roll my good up, in my Khakis Throw my hood up Keep it O.G. - You know it man I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me Fuck these bitches, get this money, got my bang out Keep it on me, you know it man I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me [Verse One: W.C.] Dub-Cuda, Lick Hitter, get robbing over here Were the Headbangers like the Hit Squad All Chrome with the raw flow, shake up the audience Like Mike Vick walking in the Dog Show Like giraffe dicks standing tall over y'all Hanging with killers like suspenders on overalls Cracking bottles, swinging and aiming hollows With niggaz in solitary confinement to the game Macho Clack clock, nigga keep my shit cocked Don't fuck with me y'all, I'm in the zone like a zip lock Stay G'd up, out to get my green up Blue Chevy paint, bagging money like a Brink Truck Guaranteed at least, slanging sticks like Shina E Bad bitch on my side, ass like Alicia Keys Feel the breeze, Dub retired, Nicky please On the 110 with my dickies to my knees [Chorus: Uncle Chucc a/k/a Charles Hamilton] [Verse Two: Young Maylay] Breath of fresh air, yes yes, it's Maylay nigga Big Swing, and I came with the Connect Gang members And uhh.. it ain't bright if we ain't light They ain't shit nigga, he ain't tight You got it fucked up It's all or nothing, be brawling and busting Til they put me in the coffin of the car and I'm cuffed in And to my next opponent, don't even rest a moment I'm so West! (Hell Yes!) with no extras on it L.A. Dodgers, AK Choppers And the kids hit the graves way before they mamas (That's a shame!) So I get the hat, yeah, you can bet ya that Capital CA man; and check the Tat Recognized by the realist niggaz, give it up Whether they be Crip or Blood, and the one the women love Angelino for sheezo Respected by niggaz that run from green coats and don't testify [Chorus: Uncle Chucc a/k/a Charles Hamilton] [Verse Three: Ice Cube] Now I'm an old nigga on the Porch, way too big It's a shame how this nigga, influenced them kids Got them out there hustling, and doing their shit And he don't do shit but sit and scratch on his dick And it's not good that the hood is under a spell It's wonder why this nigga, ain't under the jail Why they treat this motherfucker like the wizard of Oz Cause I know what's happening like Re-run and Rog I'm a captain, yep the head nigga in charge Pull Air Force One, up out the garage I'm the Grand Puba, You're part of lodge You mortals better pay, respect to the Gods You can cuss more, I'm Mount Rushmore Now you can sell more, You still Al Gore Nigga I'm the president, you're just a resident In my Gangster world, and you're late with the fucking rent! [Chorus: Uncle Chucc a/k/a Charles Hamilton] [Ice Cube overlapping the above Chorus] Pay your tithe nigga!