Produced by Hallway Productionz
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cstJHAkWdEs
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
Snoop Dogg: "Pay Ya Dues (G-Mix)"
DubCNN has Snoop Dogg's remake of WC & DJ Aladdin's Low Profile single.
http://www.dubcnn.com/media/audio/snoopdogg-payyadues
http://www.dubcnn.com/media/audio/snoopdogg-payyadues
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
WC (TherealDubWC) on Twitter?
Is WC on Twitter? Crazy Toones is following him!
http://twitter.com/therealdubwc
http://twitter.com/therealdubwc
Monday, April 26, 2010
WC and DJ Crazy Toones on Guru and DJ Hideo (DubCNN)
From DubCNN:
Text and audio interview at:http://www.dubcnn.com/interviews/wc-ripguruandhideo
WC and DJ Crazy Toones reach out to dubcnn to extend their condolences to the Hip-Hop world's recent tragic losses, Guru and DJ Hideo. WC shares his memories of meeting DJ Premier and Guru back in the days, recording the "Militia" remix with Guru and Rakim, and them looking out for each other. He also touches on Premier's relationship to Guru, and the recent controversy surrounding Solar and the letter Guru supposedly wrote on his deathbed.
Text and audio interview at:
Thursday, April 22, 2010
WC ,DJ Crazy Toones, and MayLay Escondido, CA Sat 4/24
Tweet by @youngmaylay
WC ,DJ Crazy Toones, and MayLay - This Sat 4/24 @ CLUB WOODIES 717 N.
Escondido Blvd Escondido, CA 92025 (619) 962 2297
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
New Kokane Mixtape Hosted by DJ Crazy Toones and Featuring WC
DubCNN has the download link for the latest Kokane mixtape featuring work from CT and WC.
http://www.dubcnn.com/mixtapes/kokane-onthebackstreets
http://www.dubcnn.com/mixtapes/kokane-onthebackstreets
Friday, April 16, 2010
Lyrics: Frontline (Crazy Toones Mixblog featuring WC)
See the video:
Frontline
"Man, Dub, I don't even think they even believe in the Barracuda, Man!
I think they doubting!"
Basslines affect me, niggas respect me
'Cause my flows is deadly and I'm a Connect G
And they know I'm ready 'cause my gun's directly
Right where their neck be and I'll make the TEC breathe
Climbing out of the manhole
With three creases in my flannel
The party's over, blow out the candles
Bitch niggas to the back
Throw your hands up and guard yours
'Cause in the front I just wanna see the hardcore
Now look, ninety-nine point nine point nine per cent gonna be all on my dick
Like I spit when I drop this shit
That other 1 per cent is gonna be yelling "Boo!"
On the Internet talking shit and hiding like you
Faggot ass niggas
Aiming the thing, thing to leave you brainless
Snatching bikinis off you fake gangsters
Spank you, bank you lamesters all you all pranksters
Impatiently waiting to shank you I've been so anxious
Nigga back to grip the pistol ripping a (shut your mouth!) instrumental
Still that four fingers up two twisted in the middle
Round two letting off another round fool!
Here comes Sasquatch in a pair of blue house shoes
WC, crashing kicking the glass, back at last
And all y'all can kiss my crusty black ass
I'm on some other shit
Two thousand and ten star child with the gauge bailing out the mother ship
Got a gang of weed and I'm a smoke all of it
Twenty years in the game and I ain't even started yet
Stocking caps, Chucks, that's the WC starter kit
Who want to see me on this walk twenty thousand start the bid
A double-O schizo at my own concert
In the bathroom ask a nigga what they hitting for
And if I crap out then nigga clear the floor
'Cause I keep a .44 down to make sure they getting low
The kind of nigga pumping fluid in a '64
Yelling fuck security! shooting up your disco
Go broke? Shit no!
It's either rap or pitch dope
That's why every mic booth I heat it up like Crisco
I'm in the Crips Ford XT tipping slow with your baby mama
Pulling up to the liquor store
Out of South Central
Me and CT the West coast audio two time villain like Gizmo
WC spit the kill flow
Ask Game ask Kurupt who the big homie that can still go
Get with Dub? No for real Loc you got a better chance of
Stevie Wonder making a fifty yard field goal
Rough like Brillo, head real low
Send my love to Cool J but ladies love me like a dildo
Dub a kill mode, sleep on me if you want
I'm like a loaded gun with the safety off under the pillow
Rags, braids, sets in the air
I represent all that ignorant shit you niggas scared of
Got a big stack, Ds on the Cadillac
But fuck the brag rap I spit the brown bag rap I'm that
Disrespectful ass nigga twisting on a zag
Walking in the club smacking bitches on they ass
And got a rusty corkscrew and broken OE bottle
Just in case the brave nigga with her want to play Geraldo
Bullet tips hollow
Dub will make your head bobble
Ghetto artist draw from the hip like Picasso
I'm Picasso in a hanky-patterned house robe
Known for drawing two barrels that blow like nostrils
Dub's out of control and got a lot of flows
Keep the Rosé bitches __ __ __ __ __
Looking for some cash Rat? Take your glass back
'Cause over here a nigga's nasty like ass crack
Turn your hearing aid up what's wrong with you?
If you ain't sucking of fucking tonight you got the wrong nigga
I'm in there doing a lot of things your nigga won't do
Like putting you on a highway with a gang of niggas on you
Them other rap niggas trick a lot of loot
I just want to fuck you and break you
And treat you like a prostitute
And I don't want to kiss, I just want to touch the enz
Dub the gutter kid motherfuckers know what it is
The ground pounder, Chevy scraper after the paper
And in a squab' I'm good with the hands like a masturbator
Smashing haters, cater to niggas who sag in Taylors
Gang sign translator, sucker nigga assassinator
The casket layer, 'hood navigator
Look what you done gone me on Toones
You should have never grabbed the fader
Harassinator, Wester with nav crusader
Like Mayweather I'm tired of messing with you bums
I'm moving my weight up
I 'K you slay you spray you put your spirits in a cloud in the air
Have your body on the ground surrounded by flares, see?
It's back to the basics, so I'm closing my book
With laughter, and putting a lid on the chapter
And all you sentimental rappers
Take money, take pussy, fuck all that soft shit
I'm capping at your car Bitch, y'all niggas garbage
Dub the urban vet Mandingo fuck with me I'll have
You leaving the fight limping with your turtle neck wrinkled
I know it's a couple of niggas that can swing 'em
But show me a nigga with muscles I show you something that can shrink 'em
Dirty ones, big ones believe me I ain't scared
Dub will pick one, any one, got 357 of 'em
Nah, what's really what's cracking
I'm really with a TEC and
Really with niggas gattin'
Don't be talking loud but really be rapping
Really the fact is the nine milli' I really be packing
'Cause y'all all lights and cameras I'm ready with the action
When I'm on? No this is really just a fraction
A freestyle for the top of the year
Like Primo I'm calling it a Premier
But don't worry the Barracuda's back taking the room
WC and Crazy Toones motherfucker stay tuned!
Frontline
"Man, Dub, I don't even think they even believe in the Barracuda, Man!
I think they doubting!"
Basslines affect me, niggas respect me
'Cause my flows is deadly and I'm a Connect G
And they know I'm ready 'cause my gun's directly
Right where their neck be and I'll make the TEC breathe
Climbing out of the manhole
With three creases in my flannel
The party's over, blow out the candles
Bitch niggas to the back
Throw your hands up and guard yours
'Cause in the front I just wanna see the hardcore
Now look, ninety-nine point nine point nine per cent gonna be all on my dick
Like I spit when I drop this shit
That other 1 per cent is gonna be yelling "Boo!"
On the Internet talking shit and hiding like you
Faggot ass niggas
Aiming the thing, thing to leave you brainless
Snatching bikinis off you fake gangsters
Spank you, bank you lamesters all you all pranksters
Impatiently waiting to shank you I've been so anxious
Nigga back to grip the pistol ripping a (shut your mouth!) instrumental
Still that four fingers up two twisted in the middle
Round two letting off another round fool!
Here comes Sasquatch in a pair of blue house shoes
WC, crashing kicking the glass, back at last
And all y'all can kiss my crusty black ass
I'm on some other shit
Two thousand and ten star child with the gauge bailing out the mother ship
Got a gang of weed and I'm a smoke all of it
Twenty years in the game and I ain't even started yet
Stocking caps, Chucks, that's the WC starter kit
Who want to see me on this walk twenty thousand start the bid
A double-O schizo at my own concert
In the bathroom ask a nigga what they hitting for
And if I crap out then nigga clear the floor
'Cause I keep a .44 down to make sure they getting low
The kind of nigga pumping fluid in a '64
Yelling fuck security! shooting up your disco
Go broke? Shit no!
It's either rap or pitch dope
That's why every mic booth I heat it up like Crisco
I'm in the Crips Ford XT tipping slow with your baby mama
Pulling up to the liquor store
Out of South Central
Me and CT the West coast audio two time villain like Gizmo
WC spit the kill flow
Ask Game ask Kurupt who the big homie that can still go
Get with Dub? No for real Loc you got a better chance of
Stevie Wonder making a fifty yard field goal
Rough like Brillo, head real low
Send my love to Cool J but ladies love me like a dildo
Dub a kill mode, sleep on me if you want
I'm like a loaded gun with the safety off under the pillow
Rags, braids, sets in the air
I represent all that ignorant shit you niggas scared of
Got a big stack, Ds on the Cadillac
But fuck the brag rap I spit the brown bag rap I'm that
Disrespectful ass nigga twisting on a zag
Walking in the club smacking bitches on they ass
And got a rusty corkscrew and broken OE bottle
Just in case the brave nigga with her want to play Geraldo
Bullet tips hollow
Dub will make your head bobble
Ghetto artist draw from the hip like Picasso
I'm Picasso in a hanky-patterned house robe
Known for drawing two barrels that blow like nostrils
Dub's out of control and got a lot of flows
Keep the Rosé bitches __ __ __ __ __
Looking for some cash Rat? Take your glass back
'Cause over here a nigga's nasty like ass crack
Turn your hearing aid up what's wrong with you?
If you ain't sucking of fucking tonight you got the wrong nigga
I'm in there doing a lot of things your nigga won't do
Like putting you on a highway with a gang of niggas on you
Them other rap niggas trick a lot of loot
I just want to fuck you and break you
And treat you like a prostitute
And I don't want to kiss, I just want to touch the enz
Dub the gutter kid motherfuckers know what it is
The ground pounder, Chevy scraper after the paper
And in a squab' I'm good with the hands like a masturbator
Smashing haters, cater to niggas who sag in Taylors
Gang sign translator, sucker nigga assassinator
The casket layer, 'hood navigator
Look what you done gone me on Toones
You should have never grabbed the fader
Harassinator, Wester with nav crusader
Like Mayweather I'm tired of messing with you bums
I'm moving my weight up
I 'K you slay you spray you put your spirits in a cloud in the air
Have your body on the ground surrounded by flares, see?
It's back to the basics, so I'm closing my book
With laughter, and putting a lid on the chapter
And all you sentimental rappers
Take money, take pussy, fuck all that soft shit
I'm capping at your car Bitch, y'all niggas garbage
Dub the urban vet Mandingo fuck with me I'll have
You leaving the fight limping with your turtle neck wrinkled
I know it's a couple of niggas that can swing 'em
But show me a nigga with muscles I show you something that can shrink 'em
Dirty ones, big ones believe me I ain't scared
Dub will pick one, any one, got 357 of 'em
Nah, what's really what's cracking
I'm really with a TEC and
Really with niggas gattin'
Don't be talking loud but really be rapping
Really the fact is the nine milli' I really be packing
'Cause y'all all lights and cameras I'm ready with the action
When I'm on? No this is really just a fraction
A freestyle for the top of the year
Like Primo I'm calling it a Premier
But don't worry the Barracuda's back taking the room
WC and Crazy Toones motherfucker stay tuned!
Lyrics: Bellin (WC: Ghetto Heisman)
[intro]
Bailing: strolling with a limp, sagging hard
Mainly done by L.A. street niggas
Bailing: is not just a casual stroll
But a way of life, a movement
First you take the rag, crease it
Place it in your back pocket and bail
But remember for all you square ass niggas
Rips to the left, Doggs to the right
Not for niggas in tight ass jeans and penny loafers
But highly recommended for nigaas sporting
Khakis, house shoes and Locs
[Kokane]
Ah! Oh my God, inconceivable!
[WC]
Yeah, we back motherfucker
WC! Ni'a, Ni'a, BANG! BANG!
Keep it cracking
I'm sick of all this bullshit yacking
Ya'll done fucked around
and got the Dub reacting
Lo-lows, Broughams
House shoes, or roams
Once again its on nigga, time to G on
When it comes to gangsta shit
Can't too many fuck with me
Hang with me or rise to the highest level of ridetivity
One to the neck, two to the neck
I'm sticking them, leaving them scarred
Bitch niggas get rode of they yard
Hard, get off that shit
You lost that shit
See I'm in these streets
While you niggas talk that shit
Fuck who Billboard hanging
And who take you banging and singing
I'm the hardest nigga in this game and famine'
The only one remaining
It's time for confrontation
The only one that's gonna sling them things and
Swinging with the Titanium flaming
With my gun safety on F and
Fuck the whole world Loc, I'm bailing
[Kokane]
Yeah I got the remedy
To make you wanna come and ride with me
You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must
Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk
I'm a keep banging that gangsta ish And none of ya'll niggas can fuck with it
You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must
Cause this the way we bell form dawn to dusk
[WC]
Sick as they come, thick as they come
WC got that bomb shit that'll numb your tongue
Fucking it up in my dum-da-da-dumbs
But not a Dump-da-da-dumb
Off a wet one chucking up the finger and thumb
Scrap it, clack-clack it
And toss the liquor, clip the barrel
And hang out the window and get off on niggas
Snatch figures, clap triggers
Leave you on your back in the grass niggas
Fuck all you rapping ass niggas
I'm a thank 'em
Let my nuts hang and dick dangle
Come in with the shit that will make you break them ankles
Cause I'm an all-season nigga, leave you leaking nigga
Thirsty gutter nigga, you's a first week mother nigga
Disappear nigga we gonna be here
Been shifting gears and doing this shit for years
Off the liquor though really though
Fuck a video I'm getting in these hoes
Nigga fuck what y'all yelling I'm bailing
[Chorus]
[Kokane]
If you see me sag
Don't say nothing
It's just the way we bail
When you see these Chucks
You know I don't give a fuck
Just the way we bell
[WC]
Roll them in
Loc it's on again
Pour the Henn'
Pull them out and let them fly
Hang them high
Put them hankies in the sky
Out of town niggas what you need
Hit me get with me
Get tuned in to the realist nigga in this city
And if you came to LA
And never reached out and touched us, trust us
Then you must have been fucking with busters
Hell yeah, I said it
I'm a hog in this shit
Cause my before me wasn't none of this walking shit
Keep it real
When I was skipping on Benzos and Navies
Ya'll was in tight ass pants with murphys in your khakis
Ducking
Now all of a sudden niggas thuggin'
Super crippin' and blooding' so nigga taste these slugs
Tucking
Nigga tuck your chain and your tail in
And shut the fuck up and make way for these felons
Nigga, I'm bailing
Bailing: strolling with a limp, sagging hard
Mainly done by L.A. street niggas
Bailing: is not just a casual stroll
But a way of life, a movement
First you take the rag, crease it
Place it in your back pocket and bail
But remember for all you square ass niggas
Rips to the left, Doggs to the right
Not for niggas in tight ass jeans and penny loafers
But highly recommended for nigaas sporting
Khakis, house shoes and Locs
[Kokane]
Ah! Oh my God, inconceivable!
[WC]
Yeah, we back motherfucker
WC! Ni'a, Ni'a, BANG! BANG!
Keep it cracking
I'm sick of all this bullshit yacking
Ya'll done fucked around
and got the Dub reacting
Lo-lows, Broughams
House shoes, or roams
Once again its on nigga, time to G on
When it comes to gangsta shit
Can't too many fuck with me
Hang with me or rise to the highest level of ridetivity
One to the neck, two to the neck
I'm sticking them, leaving them scarred
Bitch niggas get rode of they yard
Hard, get off that shit
You lost that shit
See I'm in these streets
While you niggas talk that shit
Fuck who Billboard hanging
And who take you banging and singing
I'm the hardest nigga in this game and famine'
The only one remaining
It's time for confrontation
The only one that's gonna sling them things and
Swinging with the Titanium flaming
With my gun safety on F and
Fuck the whole world Loc, I'm bailing
[Kokane]
Yeah I got the remedy
To make you wanna come and ride with me
You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must
Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk
I'm a keep banging that gangsta ish And none of ya'll niggas can fuck with it
You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must
Cause this the way we bell form dawn to dusk
[WC]
Sick as they come, thick as they come
WC got that bomb shit that'll numb your tongue
Fucking it up in my dum-da-da-dumbs
But not a Dump-da-da-dumb
Off a wet one chucking up the finger and thumb
Scrap it, clack-clack it
And toss the liquor, clip the barrel
And hang out the window and get off on niggas
Snatch figures, clap triggers
Leave you on your back in the grass niggas
Fuck all you rapping ass niggas
I'm a thank 'em
Let my nuts hang and dick dangle
Come in with the shit that will make you break them ankles
Cause I'm an all-season nigga, leave you leaking nigga
Thirsty gutter nigga, you's a first week mother nigga
Disappear nigga we gonna be here
Been shifting gears and doing this shit for years
Off the liquor though really though
Fuck a video I'm getting in these hoes
Nigga fuck what y'all yelling I'm bailing
[Chorus]
[Kokane]
If you see me sag
Don't say nothing
It's just the way we bail
When you see these Chucks
You know I don't give a fuck
Just the way we bell
[WC]
Roll them in
Loc it's on again
Pour the Henn'
Pull them out and let them fly
Hang them high
Put them hankies in the sky
Out of town niggas what you need
Hit me get with me
Get tuned in to the realist nigga in this city
And if you came to LA
And never reached out and touched us, trust us
Then you must have been fucking with busters
Hell yeah, I said it
I'm a hog in this shit
Cause my before me wasn't none of this walking shit
Keep it real
When I was skipping on Benzos and Navies
Ya'll was in tight ass pants with murphys in your khakis
Ducking
Now all of a sudden niggas thuggin'
Super crippin' and blooding' so nigga taste these slugs
Tucking
Nigga tuck your chain and your tail in
And shut the fuck up and make way for these felons
Nigga, I'm bailing
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
WC Frontline Mixblog
Frontline Mixblog Video ft. WC, produced by @terracemartin directed by
@therealdahdah ---> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYjjF2WdJLw <---
@therealdahdah ---> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYjjF2WdJLw <---
Monday, April 12, 2010
Crazy Toones Updates Revenge of the Barracuda on Twitter
@crazytoones
I AM THE WEST & REVENGE OF THE BARRACUDA are still being cooked but we're releasing the visual to the mixblog ft. WC called Frontline today
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
WC, Crazy Toones Tour Lyon, France
@crazytoones via twitter:
we touched down in LYON, france. straight to the blue room with DJ AK, Dub C on the m-i-c. we doing it big, holla at me!
10:23 AM Apr 2nd via web
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
WC with Ice Cube at Lench Mob Studios 3.31.10
Video at icecube.com: http://icecube.com/media/videos/1586/2001
Monday, March 15, 2010
WC: Frontline
DubCNN is hosting the latest from WC and Crazy Toones. Download link available at:
http://www.dubcnn.com/media/audio/djcrazytoones-wc-frontline
http://www.dubcnn.com/media/audio/djcrazytoones-wc-frontline
Friday, February 12, 2010
Ice Cube and WC, Do Ya Thang Live
Performed live in Bakersfield, CA. From icecube.com: http://icecube.com/media/videos/1525/1401
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