Call It What You Want lyrics

[Intro] WC
Here's a story
About a b*tch
About a b*tch I once f*cked wit
Now I want ya'll to listen real close
sh*t's a trip
Peep game

[Verse 1] WC
Used to have a b*tch that was true to life to me
Damn near a wife to me
The b*tch was just right for me
Stood by my side
Used to help me wit my hustle
Down to pack straps and a cap if we had a tustle
I used to trust her wit my riches
I be in the kitchen cookin chickens
While she be washin dishes
150,000 in the attic
Pager blowin up all night, my b*tch never gave a n*gga static
I used to make her mad enough to kill
Lipstick on the front of my draws, man my b*tch was real
Cuz she never stole nothin
Gaffled by the FED's 3 4 times and never told nothin
But wait
My b*tch is gettin distant on me
No more back rubs and kisses
What's happenin wit my little misses
Too sleepy for the sex play
Now what's really going on the same sh*t the next day
Damn I know she wouldn't f*ck around
Still I taps all my phones and records every f*ckin sound
Conversations wit her homegirl but nothin major
I duplicates the cap code to her pager
Now I recieves every beat
Cuz I'll be damned if my b*tch goin be playin me cheap
[Chorus]
Call it what you want but I gotta know
If my b*tch f*cks around then my b*tch gots to go (Repeat 2x)

[Verse 2] WC
Week and a half flies by and now I
Can't trust my b*tch doin sh*t
Track her through the mall, the cleaners, and the nail shop
The grocery store, and the health food spot
Dub you trippin I say to myself
'Is she all that?
I'm on my b*tch ass like I'm lo jack'
Just hold that
I don't really like when she be callin her best friend
Pull up on the lot in a black Benz
I could smell it homie
It's goin down
These b*tches bout to flirt wit some n*ggas and clown
Followed they ass to the Mo-Mo
Oh no
Damn this sh*t's for real
Now just imagine how a n*gga feal
Cuz I been livin wit a ho
And worse than that a muthaf*cka didn't know
She got's to go
I hit the chronic cuz
I'm on a mission
I'm havin visions
Of two dead b*tches missin Christmas
I can't take it no more
I c*cks my strap ?takes flight?
And kick the f*ckin hinges off the door
I skimmed the room with the infared
And finds my b*tch and her best friend naked in the water bed
[Chorus] x2

[Verse 3] WC
Now I'm confused
I puts my heat down
Mouth open like a muthaf*cka takes a seat now (?we's now?)
How long you been f*ckin her?
I ain't know yo ass was on c*ck
Got me thinkin bout ? ?
She said I trust her like you trust me
If you trust we
Then us three could be livin in harmony
I get's to thinkin bout the pus*y and the riches
f*ck it I guess I got two down b*tches

[Chorus] x3

[Outro]
Ha yeah
Tell ya about these little stank ass scrags
Ain't sh*t
I got two of em now
f*ck em
One for this braid right here
One for this braid right here
Gotta lick this middle one
f*ck ya'll
WC CJ Mac