Fo' All Y'all

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 scr*pe 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 sh*t, can't f**k 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*}