1) rapper
2) punk band f… Read Full Bio ↴There is more than one artist called WC:
1) rapper
2) punk band from Poland
3) Swedish punk band
4) Greek band
5) Israeli alternative rock duo
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 CiemnoΕΔ) 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 itβs first gig in autumn 1980 as a trio with JΓΆrgen BrΓΆms on drums and vocals. The group became a quartet in spring 1981, when they picked up Perry Ingman for a drummer and JΓΆrgen moved over to guitar. With this lineup they won a rock band competition in autumn β82 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 βPolis, polisβ (Police, police) and B-side was βPappershjΓ€ltarβ (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 JΓΆrgen in early 1984 decided to leave his home town the band decided to play a farewell concert in Eskilstuna Folkets hus. JΓΆrgen 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 JΓΆrgen (who moved back to Eskilstuna in 1986) played together, for a short while, as Alla presidentens mΓ€n.
WC was reunited in 1999, with all former members except Niklas. Among other things hey played at Pipaluckbolagetβs 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 βWCβ 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 WCβs βAshesβ to be featured on βSterling Soundβs emerging artists playerβ an honour that places WC among the best newcoming bands worldwide.
Their debut album βWCβ 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 bandβs sound during that time was heavily inspired by the nu-metal and industrial-metal scene. They recorded a four song promo CD that included βMr. Pinkβ 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 bandβs sound evolves towards a darker Gothic sound and they release the song βOu Foneyseisβ (βThou shall not Killβ) featuring Georgia Kefala (Mple) on vocals, and their first video clip βA.M.Y.Mβ directed by Constantine .
WCβs 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 WCβs collaboration with L.Mahairitsas was the song βFalainaβ, released by Minos-EMI Greece, and presented live in Thessaloniki, on a show aired on βNETβ (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 βElfmanβ
WCβs debut album βWCβ released Dec 20, 2007 and is a βbi-lingualβ 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 βOu Foneyseisβ will be nominated for best video of the year 2008 (category: alternative) by MAD TV (Greeceβs biggest music video TV network).
5) WC, an Israeli alternative rock duo, consists of the brothers Aryeh and Avshalom Hasafri, who write poignant political texts and create dance music that is not necessarily intended for performances in clubs. The brothers' joint work began in the living room of their house in Florentine, Tel Aviv and continued through leading festivals in Israel and street protests in Balfour, Jerusalem.
Guilty By Affiliation
WC Lyrics
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Nigga what's the motherfuckin' dialect?
Gangstas, caught in a shuffle
Niggaz tryin' to turn a constant struggle to the positive hustle
Whether it's the yay or the 9-to-5
The pills or the chronic, we hustle to stay alive
And if you ain't Reggie Bush runnin' a rock
You better be good as Kobe slangin' a jumpshot
It's like Russian Roulet with five bullets in the barrel
I'm located on the map, with latinos and black
American dream is pistol and a dope sack
Where they process, strip us down to scan us
Lock us up and ban us, the city of bandanas
Where we, grind steadily and move to the 12-gauge melody
Just livin' in the hood is a felony
[Chorus: Ice Cube]
And if you guilty by affiliation
And you're subject to humiliation
And you're facin' incarceration
Probation or under investigation
Throw your hands up to the sky
Oh Lord please tell me why
My own people gon' testify
I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi
[W.C.:]
I'm lookin' at my TV
The commercials keep tellin' me, nigga 'Be All You Can Be'
But if ain't BET or in the backseat
of the LAPD I'd barely see me
It's a trip, the whole world finna rap
But when it's time to shine, where all the real niggaz at?
Do a nigga gotta be rich, just to get over?
Do a gotta be a bitch to sit next to Oprah?
It must be the walk but I'ma keep it O.G.
I'm a nigga that like soul food and to smoke weed
And stay breaded, hit the corner on the hog
with my middle finger twisted, index and pinky spreaded
A sellout nigga, I'm the wrong type
West Coast nigga, take flight on site
I know they hate to see me comin'
But, I gots to put the blue Chuck's on the pedal
and rep it for the ghetto
[Chorus: Ice Cube]
And if you guilty by affiliation
And you're subject to humiliation
And you're facin' incarceration
Probation or under investigation
Throw your hands up to the sky
Oh Lord please tell me why
My own people gon' testify
I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi
[W.C.:]
Fo-fo' up under my zipper
Cause bein' black ain't a job it's a motherfuckin' adventure
Look, the gun shots won't cease
And rollin' by, if it ain't my enemies then it's the police
I'm askin', which one will kill me faster?
Is it that drive-by, or the cigarette causin' cancer?
God made a promise that we all gon' die
Along the ride nigga might as well ball and get high
So I'm sittin' back with the zig-zag, grabbin' and snappin'
The gank back for action just in case I gotta get to clappin'
Cause niggaz is playin' elimination
And where I'm from every nigga's guilty by affiliation
That's why we ride and the young die
And you lucky if you live to pass 25
That's why they hate to see me comin'
But, I gots to put the blue Chuck's on the pedal
and rep it for the ghetto
[Chorus: Ice Cube]
And if you guilty by affiliation
And you're subject to humiliation
And you're facin' incarceration
Probation or under investigation
Throw your hands up to the sky
Oh Lord please tell me why
My own people gon' testify
I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi
[W.C. (Ice Cube):]
I gotta rep where I'm from (Where you from?)
South Central where the good die young
(Where you at?) Western & Imperial
It's the pure West Coast, comin' out your stereo
I gotta rep where I'm from (Where you from?)
South Central where the good die young
(Where you at?) Western & Imperial
It's the pure West Coast, comin' out your stereo
The song is a commentary on the struggles and challenges faced by those who live in rough neighborhoods and are perceived as guilty by association with gang culture. The lyrics describe the constant danger of gun violence, with the odds of success being "nimble" and living in the hood being seen as a "felony." The singer discusses the pressures to hustle, whether it is through drug dealing or lawful employment, just to stay alive. The chorus is an expression of frustration at the system and society that perpetuates such conditions, subjecting those who are merely associated with gang culture to humiliation, incarceration, and investigation, even when they are innocent.
The first verse highlights the daily reality of those caught in the shuffle, trying to make it out of poverty and the constant threat of violence. The singer uses sports metaphors to emphasize the need to excel in whatever one may be doing, be it drug dealing or basketball. The lyrics also point out the systemic racism that exists in society, where black and Latino men are disproportionately targeted, stripped, and locked up. The second verse is more personal, with the singer expressing anger and cynicism towards the promises made by commercials and society. The song ends with a message of solidarity, with the rapper pledging to represent and fight for his community.
Line by Line Meaning
From hood to hood, city to project, the project
Regardless of location within the city, the struggle for survival is a constant for everyone living in the projects.
Nigga what's the motherfuckin' dialect?
What struggles do we all have in common?
Gangstas, caught in a shuffle
Those who live in the struggle are caught in a cycle of hustling and fighting for survival.
Niggaz tryin' to turn a constant struggle to the positive hustle
People try to turn the constant struggle of poverty into a positive hustle.
Whether it's the yay or the 9-to-5
Whether through selling drugs or working a traditional 9-to-5 job, people will hustle however they can to survive.
The pills or the chronic, we hustle to stay alive
People resort to selling drugs like pills or marijuana to hustle and make a living.
And if you ain't Reggie Bush runnin' a rock
If you can't excel in a traditional sense, like Reggie Bush running a football, then you must be extremely skilled in something else, like Kobe Bryant shooting hoops.
You better be good as Kobe slangin' a jumpshot
If you can't excel in a traditional sense, you must be extremely skilled in something else.
Cause round here the odds of success is nimble
Success is difficult to achieve and the odds are not in anyone's favor.
It's like Russian Roulet with five bullets in the barrel
Success is like a game of Russian Roulette, extremely risky.
I'm located on the map, with latinos and black
I live in an area on the map where Latinos and Black people are the predominant ethnic groups.
American dream is pistol and a dope sack
The American dream in these areas is to hustle and make money through selling drugs.
Where they process, strip us down to scan us
The authorities strip and search people of color in these areas out of suspicion and stereotypes.
Lock us up and ban us, the city of bandanas
People are arrested and outlawed for simply trying to survive in the struggle-filled city, often due to stereotyping.
Where we, grind steadily and move to the 12-gauge melody
People constantly hustle and move abound despite the numerous risks and dangers.
Just livin' in the hood is a felony
Merely living in these areas is considered a crime in the eyes of the law.
And if you guilty by affiliation
If you are associated with the struggle or the people that reside in these areas, you are considered guilty by default.
And you're subject to humiliation
You are often humiliated and degraded for being associated with these areas.
And you're facin' incarceration
You are facing the possibility of being arrested and imprisoned for being associated with these areas.
Probation or under investigation
You are constantly monitored or under suspicion for being associated with these areas.
Throw your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up as a symbol of surrender or desperation.
Oh Lord please tell me why
A plea for understanding and explanation for why people in these areas must struggle to survive.
My own people gon' testify
People from the same struggle-filled areas are often testifying against each other due to harassment and coercion from authorities.
I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi
Simply living in these areas often means there is no plausible alibi and suspicion is always looming.
I'm lookin' at my TV
I am watching television but still thinking about the struggles in my life.
The commercials keep tellin' me, nigga 'Be All You Can Be'
Advertisements are urging me to become a better version of myself, but it is difficult due to the constant struggles I face.
But if ain't BET or in the backseat
I can only see myself represented on Black Entertainment Television, or in the backseat of a police car.
of the LAPD I'd barely see me
If I weren't constantly being harassed and watched by the Los Angeles Police Department, I might not even be visible to society.
It's a trip, the whole world finna rap
It's ironic that rap music is popular throughout the world, but the people that create it still struggle to survive in the areas they come from.
But when it's time to shine, where all the real niggaz at?
When it's time to succeed, it becomes jarring that there isn't more representation of people from the struggle-filled areas who make it.
Do a nigga gotta be rich, just to get over?
Is extreme wealth the only way to succeed and escape the cycle of struggle and poverty?
Do a gotta be a bitch to sit next to Oprah?
Does one have to follow societal conventions and ideals to be successful and recognized among the mainstream?
It must be the walk but I'ma keep it O.G.
Perhaps it's my demeanor or my reputation, but I'll remain true to myself and my struggles (Original Gangsta).
I'm a nigga that like soul food and to smoke weed
Despite societal pressures and conventions, I still find joy in things like soul food and smoking weed.
And stay breaded, hit the corner on the hog
I'll maintain my hustling ways and remain rich (breaded), ready to hit the corner on my motorcycle (hog).
with my middle finger twisted, index and pinky spreaded
I'll ride on my motorcycle with my middle finger up and my index and pinky fingers spread apart in defiance and rebellion.
A sellout nigga, I'm the wrong type
People may consider me a sellout or not representative of the struggle because I don't follow conventional societal values and ideas.
West Coast nigga, take flight on site
I'm from the West Coast and will fight back or evade any enemies as soon as they appear.
I know they hate to see me comin'
People dislike and are fearful of me when they see me in my element or when I appear ready to hustle and defend myself.
Fo-fo' up under my zipper
I'm carrying a .44 caliber weapon (forty-four) right underneath my crotch area for protection.
Cause bein' black ain't a job it's a motherfuckin' adventure
Simply being black is not just a difficult path that must be endured, it's a thrilling adventure filled with unexpected twists and turns.
Look, the gun shots won't cease
The sound of gun shots and violence will never stop in the struggle-filled areas.
And rollin' by, if it ain't my enemies then it's the police
If I'm not being threatened by my enemies, then I'm being harassed by the police.
I'm askin', which one will kill me faster?
I question which threat will ultimately end my life sooner, my enemies or the police.
Is it that drive-by, or the cigarette causin' cancer?
Will I die from being shot, or from something as simple as a cigarette causing cancer?
God made a promise that we all gon' die
Death is an inevitability for everyone, regardless of their struggles or circumstances.
Along the ride nigga might as well ball and get high
Since death is inevitable, one might as well live life to the fullest by enjoying the pleasures of the world and getting high.
So I'm sittin' back with the zig-zag, grabbin' and snappin'
I'm sitting back, rolling and smoking marijuana, enjoying the simple pleasures of life despite its difficulties.
The gank back for action just in case I gotta get to clappin'
I'm carrying a gun to defend myself and to fight back when necessary.
Cause niggaz is playin' elimination
People are playing a game of elimination, meaning they are trying to survive and outlast one another despite the difficulties.
And where I'm from every nigga's guilty by affiliation
Everyone in my area is considered guilty by association due to the struggles of the area.
That's why we ride and the young die
This is why we hustle and ride motorcycles, and sadly why young people die too soon.
And you lucky if you live to pass 25
Not many people from the struggle-filled areas live past the age of 25, so it's considered a stroke of luck to survive that long.
It's the pure West Coast, comin' out your stereo
This song is purely representative of the West Coast and its struggles, coming out of your speakers in your stereo.
I gotta rep where I'm from (Where you from?)
I have to represent my struggle-filled area no matter what.
South Central where the good die young
I represent South Central, an area where many good people die young due to the struggles of the area.
It's the pure West Coast, comin' out your stereo
This song is a pure representation of the West Coast and its struggles, coming out of your speakers in your stereo.
It's the pure West Coast, comin' out your stereo
This song is a pure representation of the West Coast and its struggles, coming out of your speakers in your stereo.
Contributed by Grace E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Gandalf
ImpossΓvel nΓ£o amar esse Γ‘lbum β€
Davi Leonardo
Pode crer.π²
Tristan Cooksie
18 years ago WC - Guilty by Affiliation (2007) is one of the best upgraded westcoast albums ever..still till this day this album still knocks! South Central Los Angeles General own ! πΎππππ―
Ionon Harris
West West babyπ
Theodore Arnold
This album is crazy π₯π₯π₯
Sean l Johnson sr
Stop sleeping
Flower
Real rap music its not the same anymore. Legendary men π π
les bridges
I'm with you WC. Can't wait to get the next album.
Lardal Henderson
Yeah I think Doug see is one of the most dope rappers in the late 90s waiting for him to come out with the next one dope ass album IMC riding with you Dub C shoot us a new one can't wait to hear it
Klins Kalke
Wc Γ© simplesmente foda, essa dupla e foda ice cube MITO