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.
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WC Lyrics
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No nice, I'm not nice
I'm not nice
But Fantasia without no makeup on
On the mike, I'm an ugly gare site
Noid, I got these niggaz all paranoid
Noid, we got these niggaz all paranoid
Boy, Lench Mob is on point
I got to warn ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back
South Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood credentials
W Sizzle, WC, it's like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz think they hot but no they not, no
Westside, the city where we ride
The city where that niggy put that green up in the sky
Off that Al Green, sippin' a OB
Who that G from the L to the E to the NCH, MO to the B?
Bustin' a 'chanical, back for the cash loc
It's that ignorant ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole
Backhandin' ya, strapped with another anthem
Hood nigga eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a Phantom
Product of them palm trees, make your lungs bleed
The Coast without me is like a sack of buck weed, nigga
Without me on the list the West is like a Chevy on stock rims
Better throw some D's on that bitch and lay low
'Cause erasin' me off the strip loc
It's like Ray J or Whitney, that shit's a joke
Who made it safe for y'all to walk and took it back?
Somebody hand me my locs, punk bitch, what you lookin' at?
I got to warn ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back
South Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood credentials
W Sizzle, WC, it's like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4, 5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz think they hot but no they not, no
Noid, I got these niggaz all paranoid
Noid, I got the big boy joint
Noid, we got these niggaz all paranoid
Boy, Lench Mob is on point
Packin' the heat and I'm back in these streets
Allow me to touch on y'all like a Catholic priest
Westside gritty hood nigga, kickin' mud on the glitter pants
On all you Pretty Ricky lookin' niggaz
WC baby, I got it locked down
Got the chopper-chopper that'll knock yo' ass down
Got the Harley if you niggaz wanna ground pound
Got the rag '57 with the top down
Follow me, alive and kickin', pimpin' it's that Westside
Dippin' in a stretch Hummer eatin' Church's fried chicken
With that big double-barrel on me, niggaz can't ignore me
In a pair of Chuck Taylor's reclaimin' my territory
I got to warn ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back
South Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood credentials
W Sizzle, WC, it's like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz think they hot but no they not, no
Damn, c'mon, back to the streets with it
Grip the Tec-9 like a spoon 'cause I eats with it
And I ain't a nigga to talk peace with it, I'll squeeze with it
Play for keeps with it, put you under the white sheet with it
It's back on, Lench Mobbin' in a big brawn
It's been a while but nigga not that long
Still Westside, dumpin' chronic ash with the cannons
Bustin' on you niggaz with them gay ass dances
From the T-shirts and Starter caps
Real recognize real, but y'all niggaz know where gangsta rap started at
Yeah, I said it and ain't afraid to say it
I'm from where the sun set, bite my tongue for shit
You know the place that introduced the world to thuggin' and dippin'
The place that got these out of town niggaz bloodin' and crippin'
The place where we gun slang
The same place Kobe scored 81 in one motherfuckin' game
I got to warn ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back
South Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood credentials
W Sizzle, WC, it's like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz think they hot but no they not, no
Noid, I got these niggaz all paranoid
Noid, I got the big boy joint
Noid, we got these niggaz all paranoid
Boy, Lench Mob is on point
Keep it hood, keep it hood
Lench Mob is on point
Keep it hood, keep it hood, nigga
Lench Mob is on point
The song "Paranoid" by WC is a classic gangsta rap track that epitomizes the West Coast sound of the 1990s. The lyrics describe the harsh realities of life in a California hood, where violence and danger lurk around every corner. The song opens with the line "Bang that shit," which sets the tone for what's to come. The lyrics are full of vivid imagery and slang, and they paint a picture of a world that is both exciting and terrifying.
One of the recurring themes in the song is paranoia. WC claims that he has the power to make his enemies paranoid, and he boasts about his ability to control the streets. He also takes shots at other rappers who he thinks are not as tough or as authentic as he is. The chorus repeats the phrase "Noid, I got these niggaz all paranoid," which serves to emphasize the song's central theme.
Another theme in the song is WC's pride in his hometown of California. He talks about the state's homegrown culture and its reputation for producing tough gangsters. He also mentions South Central, a neighborhood in Los Angeles that is notorious for its violence and poverty. Overall, "Paranoid" is a powerful and gritty depiction of life in a California hood.
Line by Line Meaning
Bang that shit
Start playing the music loudly.
No nice, I'm not nice
I am not a nice person.
But Fantasia without no makeup on
My rapping reflects my true self, like Fantasia without makeup.
On the mike, I'm an ugly gare site
My rapping is rough and unpleasant to listen to.
Noid, I got these niggaz all paranoid
My reputation is making others nervous.
Noid, I got the big boy joint
I have a large gun to intimidate others with.
Noid, we got these niggaz all paranoid
Our group's reputation is making others nervous.
Boy, Lench Mob is on point
Our group is on top of our game.
I got to warn ya, this is California
This is a warning that California is a dangerous place.
Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back
Be careful or someone may shoot you in the head and kill you.
South Central couldn't hold his potential
He had the potential to leave South Central and succeed elsewhere.
Monumental, hood credentials
He has accomplished things in the hood and has earned the respect of others in it.
W Sizzle, WC, it's like the fundamentals
W Sizzle and I are the basics of gangsta rap.
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked
I am in the back of Winchell's with a gun ready to fire.
Keep it hood, everybody better hold they spot
Stay true to the gangsta lifestyle or you will be replaced.
Niggaz think they hot but no they not, no
Others may think they are important, but they are not truly valued.
Westside, the city where we ride
The Westside is where we live and represent.
The city where that niggy put that green up in the sky
The city where weed is popular and smoked publicly.
Off that Al Green, sippin' a OB
Drinking Olde English and listening to Al Green.
Who that G from the L to the E to the NCH, MO to the B?
Who is this gangsta from Lench Mob?
Bustin' a 'chanical, back for the cash loc
Rapping again for fame and money.
It's that ignorant ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole
I am an ignorant and rude person.
Backhandin' ya, strapped with another anthem
I am hitting you and have another popular song.
Hood nigga eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a Phantom
I am living luxuriously while maintaining my gangsta identity.
Product of them palm trees, make your lungs bleed
The air in California is polluted and can harm you.
The Coast without me is like a sack of buck weed, nigga
California is nothing without me.
Without me on the list the West is like a Chevy on stock rims
The West would be boring without me.
Better throw some D's on that bitch and lay low
Improve your car and stay out of trouble.
'Cause erasin' me off the strip loc
Trying to remove me from the gangsta rap scene.
It's like Ray J or Whitney, that shit's a joke
It's ridiculous to try to erase me from gangsta rap.
Who made it safe for y'all to walk and took it back?
Who made the streets safe and then allowed them to be dangerous again?
Somebody hand me my locs, punk bitch, what you lookin' at?
Get me my sunglasses and stop staring at me.
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4, 5 cocked
I am still in the same spot and still armed.
Packin' the heat and I'm back in these streets
I have a gun and am back in the gangsta lifestyle.
Allow me to touch on y'all like a Catholic priest
Let me talk to you like a priest in the confessional.
Westside gritty hood nigga, kickin' mud on the glitter pants
I am a gangsta from the Westside ruining fancy clothing.
On all you Pretty Ricky lookin' niggaz
I am talking to all those who resemble the R&B singer Pretty Ricky.
WC baby, I got it locked down
My name is WC and I am in control of my gangsta lifestyle.
Got the chopper-chopper that'll knock yo' ass down
I have a gun that can kill people.
Got the Harley if you niggaz wanna ground pound
I have a motorcycle if anyone wants to fight.
Got the rag '57 with the top down
I have a classic car with its roof open.
Follow me, alive and kickin', pimpin' it's that Westside
Follow me, still thriving and living the gangsta lifestyle on the Westside.
Dippin' in a stretch Hummer eatin' Church's fried chicken
Riding in a luxurious Hummer and eating fast food.
With that big double-barrel on me, niggaz can't ignore me
I have a gun and people can't avoid me.
In a pair of Chuck Taylor's reclaimin' my territory
Wearing simple sneakers and asserting control over my gangsta lifestyle.
Damn, c'mon, back to the streets with it
Returning to the gangsta lifestyle.
Grip the Tec-9 like a spoon 'cause I eats with it
Holding my gun like it's a utensil because it's a part of my everyday life.
And I ain't a nigga to talk peace with it, I'll squeeze with it
I am not interested in peace and will use my gun to solve problems.
Play for keeps with it, put you under the white sheet with it
I am serious about my gun and may kill someone.
It's back on, Lench Mobbin' in a big brawn
I am back in Lench Mob and preparing for trouble.
It's been a while but nigga not that long
It's been some time since I was active, but not too long.
Still Westside, dumpin' chronic ash with the cannons
I am still on the Westside, smoking weed and holding guns.
Bustin' on you niggaz with them gay ass dances
Disrespecting other rappers who dance in their videos.
From the T-shirts and Starter caps
From the basic clothing of gangsta rap culture.
Real recognize real, but y'all niggaz know where gangsta rap started at
I can tell when someone is being genuine, but nobody knows gangsta rap better than me.
Yeah, I said it and ain't afraid to say it
I speak my mind with confidence.
I'm from where the sun set, bite my tongue for shit
I'm from California and hold back unsavory things I'd like to say.
You know the place that introduced the world to thuggin' and dippin'
California brought gangsta rap and gang culture to the world.
The place that got these out of town niggaz bloodin' and crippin'
California made non-locals join its gang culture and fight each other.
The place where we gun slang
California is where guns are used.
The same place Kobe scored 81 in one motherfuckin' game
The same place where Kobe Bryant set a basketball record.
Keep it hood, keep it hood
Stay true to the gangsta lifestyle.
Lench Mob is on point
Lench Mob is in control and doing well.
Keep it hood, keep it hood, nigga
Stay true to the gangsta lifestyle.
Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Written by: WILLIAM CALHOUN, O'SHEA(ICE CUBE) JACKSON, DENAUN M PORTER
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@erikpearson6244
WC is slept on. It's 2023 and I'm still here
@justinschultz2400
Same
@broncoscountry7667
He hella dissed Fantasia π π Like Fantasia without no makeup on on the mic I'm an ugly ass psych I'm nothin nice π π It's like Ray J and Whitney that shits a joke π π
@dmacstatus
"Throw it back!" Who is still coming back to this track in 2021??
@steveharkins302
Fuk'n me Yo shout out to you bro I'm always goin back 2 this beat only 4 da real O.G. fanz
@snoopoo2
Still banging this track in 2023!
@keyfiender799
'23
@tyroneharrison6498
Me !!!!K C MO
@jeffreyjackson7504
Yeah!
@MrBosna77
WC is so underrated !