Lyrics
CWebb ft. [Didley Squat] and J-Dubb
"We Strike"
(I wear a mean dark pair of shades)
We wear shades when it's dark outside, suckas
(Aint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent , you dig)
Whip Wreck!
We strike, no lie, you know this (bowlin!)
Though you might, it's un-likely, ya balls don't hit
We strike, no lie, you know this (Whip Wreck!)
And you might, sizzike, I'm just jokin (CWizzle parodizzle)
[CWebb]
Just stepped through the doors, heads turnin (LOOKY)
Rockin the button shirt the haters can't earn and (Stupid)
Them the students, we the teachers, have the rookies learnin (Listen up!)
They know what's up, the boys get the alleys burnin (Flamin!)
The clown looking kicks don't bother me (Bozo)
The shine of the ball is why people bowin at my feet
Balls of steel, hate me or love it
But you just gotta respeck it when Webba leave with three hundred (bowlin!)
Lane 2 is what I'm lookin at, handle that
Dubb, say the word, we'll be flippin like the acrobats (Circus!)
Strikes all day and I don't gotta put the twist on it
I bowl straight, reverse roll and crush pins
We strike, no lie, you know this (bowlin!)
Though you might, it's un-likely, ya balls don't hit (yatta)
We strike, no lie, you know this (Whip Wreck!)
And you might, sizzike, I'm just jokin
[Didley]
Yo, can't nobody say we ain't hot all day (Heated)
We bowl all ways, just pick up and play (Skittles)
Ten nine eight seven six five four
Three two best believe the last one's yours
Who cleaner than us, who nicer than Didley
Ya'll jealous cause I'm fly and rolled in here with the Bentley
I even got the clean white sneaks on my feet
On the floor and they ain't said shit to me
Naw, I ain't blind, I see ya'll over there
We stay strikin, ya'll just settle with spares
Tryna intimdate me with the stares
Ya'll don't know Didley Squaat, I'll lay you out right there, yeeeeah
We strike, no lie, you know this (bowlin!)
Though you might, it's un-likely, ya balls don't hit (yatta)
We strike, no lie, you know this (Whip Wreck!)
And you might, sizzike, I'm just jokin
[Dubb]
Here comes the big bald black man
Gettin the balls like I'm motha fuckin Pac Man
Roll up in the joint with the custom-made slick shoes
They don't carry my size, that's old news (Big FOOT!)
I got the top pros gunnin for me
And the pins? When I'm up, they start running for me
Cause when the rock is let go, hits the flo with that switch direction roll
The whole alley know Dubb be ownin all ya'll hoes
The calm before the storm, and then that thunder crack
You know where the action at, better handle that
While them other fools settle with ballin
We bowlin, still standin while ya'll little boys fallin
We strike, no lie, you know this (bowlin!)
Though you might, it's un-likely, ya balls don't hit (yatta)
We strike, no lie, you know this (Whip Wreck!)
And you might, sizzike, I'm just jokin
We strike, no lie, you know this (bowlin!)
Though you might, it's un-likely, ya balls don't hit (yatta)
