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Embed: Than this double-pump shaker shakin up the party with the new ankle-breaker
So hold on while I take the strap and reload
And tune you niggaz in to my reality show
First up? never the least.
I kick it off where the sun rises like yeast... Imma start in the east
The "Big Brother" when hip hop
Was just like L.A.... radio done sold their sole & went pop
I used to recognize the welcome mat
But now in the "Cash Cab" nigga I don't know where I'm at
My nigga Slay said the other day...
"I Love New York" but radio done let the "Projects Runaway"
I told him don't sweat it and don't stress those
Cuz over here Loc, we got it even worse on the west coast
A gang of niggaz smellin like similac on my station
Wit no respect for the foundation
I'm grabbing my flame thrower
It's a "Dirty job" but radio needs an "Extreme Makeover"
Look... They cant bullshit Dubb
My pants aint tight enough to be in their "Celebrity Fit Club"
Hip-hop "Ultimate Fighter"... No pretender
Three fifty seven south central "Contender"
Im south of the ten freeway. turn the wheels
While these rap niggaz scared to come down the hills
On the block where the glock is kept
"The Apprentice" in the kitchen with the homie workin scales like a "Top Chef"
(Yep).... gotta keep another plug
Cuz staying down with this rap shit is "Tough Love"
No affection... That's why im headed in the northern direction
Pluggin wit my bay area connection
Up north got the bomb bay to make sure the Sac pay
The homie E-40, Too Short & Mac Dre
Its my reality show, and my reality is smashin...
Fuck "Keeping up with the Kardashians"
I'm hiding from the "Repo Man" so get the deals nick
Keep a roof over my kids head is real shit
Cant sit around and wait til it comes back around
Gotta get it down south is where its at now
Well I got that the make they lungs cough
And a homegirl wit me to throw the ones off
It aint a "Simple Life" it's a grind & all the above
I'm getting a shot of hen nigga, fuck "A Shot at Love"
After riding my stick
My homegirl said Chili want a square, but she need some westside dick
I said you know I aint right. I'll dig her out all night
Fuck her and kick her to the curb like a "Basketball Wife"
Plus she aint down enough to be mine
If we get caught, "The First 48" she droppin a dime
Have a nigga in jail lookin like "The Biggest Loser"
Wit the receding hairline like Carlos Boozer
"Surreal Life" a nigga cant play wit this
Keisha Cole'll Even tell you that's "The Way It Is"

(Hook)
If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on
If it aint really on... tell me whats going on
If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on
Cuz... Uh-Ohhh... It's my reality show
If it's all for the dough and it's really a show
Nigga, lemme know cuz the triggers ready to blow
If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on
Cuz... Uh-Ohhh... Its my reality show

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Reality Show Lyrics

(Intro - W.C. Talking)
Damn... I mean... when this shit come on right here... (Dub-C)
I mean... you gotta put yo hands up (Dub)... you got to (Dub-Dub-Dub-C)
I mean I'm looking around right now and I don't know what's real... I mean I seein all this bullshit on TV... all these weirdoes out here, I don't know whats going on but... Uhh...
(Hook)
If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on
If it aint really on... tell me whats going on
If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on
Cuz... Uh-Ohhh... It's my reality show
If it's all for the dough and it's really a show
Nigga, lemme know cuz the triggers ready to blow
If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on
Cuz... Uh-Ohhh...

(Verse 1)
Man up... time to put ya hands up
I come too far to lay down, so imma stand up
And let the truth be told
Cuz majority of niggaz in this rap shit aint nothing but hoes
"Whats the Flava?" aint no greater
Than this double-pump shaker shakin up the party with the new ankle-breaker
So hold on while I take the strap and reload
And tune you niggaz in to my reality show
First up? never the least.
I kick it off where the sun rises like yeast... Imma start in the east
The "Big Brother" when hip hop
Was just like L.A.... radio done sold their sole & went pop
I used to recognize the welcome mat
But now in the "Cash Cab" nigga I don't know where I'm at
My nigga Slay said the other day...
"I Love New York" but radio done let the "Projects Runaway"
I told him don't sweat it and don't stress those
Cuz over here Loc, we got it even worse on the west coast
A gang of niggaz smellin like similac on my station
Wit no respect for the foundation
I'm grabbing my flame thrower
It's a "Dirty job" but radio needs an "Extreme Makeover"
Look... They cant bullshit Dubb
My pants aint tight enough to be in their "Celebrity Fit Club"
Hip-hop "Ultimate Fighter"... No pretender
Three fifty seven south central "Contender"
Im south of the ten freeway. turn the wheels
While these rap niggaz scared to come down the hills
On the block where the glock is kept
"The Apprentice" in the kitchen with the homie workin scales like a "Top Chef"
(Yep).... gotta keep another plug
Cuz staying down with this rap shit is "Tough Love"
No affection... That's why im headed in the northern direction
Pluggin wit my bay area connection
Up north got the bomb bay to make sure the Sac pay
The homie E-40, Too Short & Mac Dre
Its my reality show, and my reality is smashin...
Fuck "Keeping up with the Kardashians"
I'm hiding from the "Repo Man" so get the deals nick
Keep a roof over my kids head is real shit
Cant sit around and wait til it comes back around
Gotta get it down south is where its at now
Well I got that the make they lungs cough
And a homegirl wit me to throw the ones off
It aint a "Simple Life" it's a grind & all the above
I'm getting a shot of hen nigga, fuck "A Shot at Love"
After riding my stick
My homegirl said Chili want a square, but she need some westside dick
I said you know I aint right. I'll dig her out all night
Fuck her and kick her to the curb like a "Basketball Wife"
Plus she aint down enough to be mine
If we get caught, "The First 48" she droppin a dime
Have a nigga in jail lookin like "The Biggest Loser"
Wit the receding hairline like Carlos Boozer
"Surreal Life" a nigga cant play wit this
Keisha Cole'll Even tell you that's "The Way It Is"

(Hook)
If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on
If it aint really on... tell me whats going on
If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on
Cuz... Uh-Ohhh... It's my reality show
If it's all for the dough and it's really a show
Nigga, lemme know cuz the triggers ready to blow
If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on
Cuz... Uh-Ohhh... Its my reality show

(Scratching & Mixing - Dubb-C fading out)

Lyrics provided by LyricsEver.com

WC

There is more than one artist called WC:

1) rapper
2) punk band from Poland
3) Swedish punk band
4) Greek band

1) William L. Calhoun, Jr. (born in 1970), better known by his stage name WC pronounced "Dub-C" and not "Double-U-C", is an American West Coast rapper. He was born in Texas, but moved to Los Angeles at an early age.

Known for his long braided goatee, lyricism, and Crip walking, WC has been a staple in West Coast gangsta rap since the early 1990s. He also is a known Crips member from 111 Neighborhood crip gang a California based gang.

WC began his career with underground rap groups such as Low Profile and WC and the Maad Circle. His 1998 solo debut The Shadiest One landed in the Top 20, featuring such singles as "Cheddar", "Just Clownin'" and "Better Days". The Ghetto Heisman followed in 2002 and featured the song "The Streets", which also landed in the Top 20.

2) WC (Wyidealizowana Ciemność) is a punk band from Poland formed in 1981 in Miastko.

3) WC was a Swedish punk band. It was formed in 1979 by guitar player Niklas Andersson and bass player Tommy Eger. After a turbulent and somewhat unserious start, the band got it’s first gig in autumn 1980 as a trio with Jörgen Bröms on drums and vocals. The group became a quartet in spring 1981, when they picked up Perry Ingman for a drummer and Jörgen moved over to guitar. With this lineup they won a rock band competition in autumn ‘82 in which the price was to record a single. The single was recorded the days before new years eve the same year in Pop Studio in Eskilstuna. A-side was “Polis, polis” (Police, police) and B-side was “Pappershjältar” (Paper heroes). The record was sold in a somewhat different way. A concert was organized where the audience, for only 20 SEK (~$2), got both the single and the concert with three bands. When Jörgen in early 1984 decided to leave his home town the band decided to play a farewell concert in Eskilstuna Folkets hus. Jörgen was replaced with Tony Andersson, previously singer in the band Kontaktlim, but shortly thereafter the band split up anyway.
The former members kept playing together in different constellations. Perry and Tony played in, among others, Pussy Galore and GASTONES (president gas), and Tommy and Jörgen (who moved back to Eskilstuna in 1986) played together, for a short while, as Alla presidentens män.
WC was reunited in 1999, with all former members except Niklas. Among other things hey played at Pipaluckbolaget’s gala in Eskilstuna, and also rerecorded 12 old WC songs. The recordings were supposed to be released on Rosa Honung Records, but they never were and WC went under once again.
Official webpage: http://hem.passagen.se/mahonie/WC/

4) WC was born in New York City during 2003. The band chooses the controversial name “WC” in an effort to contradict the glamorous and fashionable situation flooding the world of modern music.

On July 2007 Sterling Sound in New York chooses WC’s “Ashes” to be featured on “Sterling Sound’s emerging artists player” an honour that places WC among the best newcoming bands worldwide.

Their debut album “WC” is released by Legend Records on December 10, 2007 throughout Greece and Cyprus.
The initial line up (2003) consisted of Wastor (Vocals, Guitars, El.Violin), Amanita (Drums, Vocals) and bassist Kevin Hummel. During the following 2 years they colaborated with various bands and performed in various clubs around the NYC area including CBGBs and the Barracuda. The band’s sound during that time was heavily inspired by the nu-metal and industrial-metal scene. They recorded a four song promo CD that included “Mr. Pink” a song that attracted the interest of Daniel Glass of Artemis Records, one of the largest independent labels in NYC.

2005 finds Wastor and Amanita returning to Athens Greece, while they begin recordings for their first album in the Greek language. The band’s sound evolves towards a darker Gothic sound and they release the song “Ou Foneyseis” (“Thou shall not Kill”) featuring Georgia Kefala (Mple) on vocals, and their first video clip “A.M.Y.M” directed by Constantine .

WC’s aggressive sound along with their heavily inspired by gothic imagery stage image, attracted the interest of L. Mahairitsas (a Greek platinum selling singer). The result of WC’s collaboration with L.Mahairitsas was the song “Falaina”, released by Minos-EMI Greece, and presented live in Thessaloniki, on a show aired on “NET” (National Greek Television) that watched more than half a million people.

In February 2006, WC return to their initial trio form, with the addition of Johnny Ray on el. bass, a position that later will be taken by Manos “Elfman”

WC’s debut album “WC” released Dec 20, 2007 and is a “bi-lingual” album having versions of their songs both in Greek and in English. Within 2 weeks WC hit the Greek charts while the media praises its release in their critics. Their video clip for “Ou Foneyseis” will be nominated for best video of the year 2008 (category: alternative) by MAD TV (Greece’s biggest music video TV network). Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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