W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"It's All Bad Lyrics"
Circle Of Life Lyrics
Music by Elton John Lyrics by Tim Rice From the The Lion King soundtrack From the day we arrive on the planet And blinking, step into the sun There's more to be seen than can ever be seen More to do than can ever be done Some say eat or be eaten Some say live and let live But all are agreed as they join the stampede You should never take more than you give In the circle of life It's the wheel of fortune It's the leap of faith It's the band of hope Till we find our place On the path unwinding In the circle, the circle of life
*car speeds off*
Verse One: WC
*police sirens throughout song*
Last man standin', I'm shot
But I can't fear bleedin'
My nigga's face down, stretched out, no longer breathin'
I'm speedin', pump eatin', swervin' in the G and
Red & blue lights and squad cars is all I'm seein'
I told you motherfuckers "No moves, no altercations"
Now it's half a tank a gas and a hostage situation
I'm facin', 25, with the 'L' so I'm stompin'
I can't shake One-Time bitch, I swear I'm dumpin'
Helicopters trailin' my ass, won't surrender
Only thang I'm givin' up is hollow points and middle fingers (fuck y'all!)
Whoever set this shit the fuck up, done got us fucked up
Runnin' outta time, and shit outta luck
Take that! *2 gunshots*
I ain't goin' down mothafucka'!
Take this! *2 gunshots*
My car roof could suck my dick!
I'm on a high-speed chase, with two money bags, *woman screams* and a
screamin' ass BITCH
It's All Bad!
Chorus: WC w/ cops
[cops] "Possible 211 suspect driving southbound on the 215 driving an '84
Cutlass Supreme. Believed to be armed. Please proceed with caution."
[WC] It's All Bad!
[cops] "Everyone pr
carrying female hostage. We got a runner fellas."
[WC] It's All Bad!
Verse Two: WC
They trynna cut me off against the gutta' lane
Trynna run these motherfuckers to the border man
Side-swiped the mothafuckin' El Camino!
Trynna get my black ass up outta San Bernadino
I catch the 215, to the 405
I'm catchin' hell trynna make it to the 5 I line!
They cut me off again I got to go the other way
Channel 5 in the sky we'll take *helicopter sounds* 'em through L.A.
*woman screams throughout* Quit screamin' BITCH (shut the fuck up!)
Ho' you slowin' me down, they ain't thinkin' 'bout yo' ass SHUT THE FUCK UP
now!
The bitch didn't budge, so I shot her, *woman stops screaming* "Bla! Bla!"
*with 2 gunshots* (stupid!)
(Fuck, take a look at you now!)
I kicked the door open *door opens*, threw her body on the freeway
Continued the chase, wiped the blood *door closes* off my face
Lookin' for an exit as soon as I reloads my mag' *reloads mag*
*car horns throughout* Stuck in heavy traffic...
Nigga It's All Bad!
Chorus: WC w/ cops
*car horns and helicopter sounds*
[cops] *unitellig
the 605 freeway. We now have him in heavy traffic on the 105 heading
westbound."
[WC] It's All Bad!
[cops] "Looks like he's trying pulling 1-8 10 and Central. He might try and
make a run for it. Don't let him get away. Take this fucker."
[WC] It's All Bad!
Verse 3: WC
Now it's time for me to make my getawaaaaaay!
Fuck a hostage, I'm doin' this the nigga waaaaaay!
I jumped out the car, and started squezzin' the trigga'
*8 gunshots* (bla! bla! bla! bla!)
And duckin' at 'em, I'm bustin' at 'em, laughin' at 'em, trynna splat 'em,
cussin at 'em
Like a true fuckin' G is supposed ta
I'm bustin' at the helicopter as I get closa'
Trynna shake 'em off my tail
I make's my way to the side of the freeway
Now I'm climbin' over the guard rail
I'm a felon, I can't take no shorts
I'm runnin' down Imperial past Imperial Courts
Stop to catch my breath 'til I heard the dogs barkin'
Now a nigga's runnin' past a nigga's [?]cigardens[?]
I hear the helicopter closin' in, yellin' "freeze"
But I'm yellin' back "fuck you!", hittin' 'em up with C's (fuck yaa'll!)Second Skin Lyrics
J Farnham, R Fraser, and C Lim We all have a second skin (sometimes it's superficial) From without or from within (can be beneficial) When you have your second skin (all of it essential) You can be almost anything (very superficial) We all have a second skin (a real infatuation) From without or from within (cause hyperventilation) When you have your second skin (a close examination) You can be anything (and you'll see the superstition)
A beautiful day for dyin', nigga I'm hearin' sirensMusic by Elton John Lyrics by Tim Rice From the The Lion King soundtrack From the day we arrive on the planet And blinking, step into the sun There's more to be seen than can ever be seen More to do than can ever be done Some say eat or be eaten Some say live and let live But all are agreed as they join the stampede You should never take more than you give In the circle of life It's the wheel of fortune It's the leap of faith It's the band of hope Till we find our place On the path unwinding In the circle, the circle of life
*car speeds off*
Verse One: WC
*police sirens throughout song*
Last man standin', I'm shot
But I can't fear bleedin'
My nigga's face down, stretched out, no longer breathin'
I'm speedin', pump eatin', swervin' in the G and
Red & blue lights and squad cars is all I'm seein'
I told you motherfuckers "No moves, no altercations"
Now it's half a tank a gas and a hostage situation
I'm facin', 25, with the 'L' so I'm stompin'
I can't shake One-Time bitch, I swear I'm dumpin'
Helicopters trailin' my ass, won't surrender
Only thang I'm givin' up is hollow points and middle fingers (fuck y'all!)
Whoever set this shit the fuck up, done got us fucked up
Runnin' outta time, and shit outta luck
Take that! *2 gunshots*
I ain't goin' down mothafucka'!
Take this! *2 gunshots*
My car roof could suck my dick!
I'm on a high-speed chase, with two money bags, *woman screams* and a
screamin' ass BITCH
It's All Bad!
Chorus: WC w/ cops
[cops] "Possible 211 suspect driving southbound on the 215 driving an '84
Cutlass Supreme. Believed to be armed. Please proceed with caution."
[WC] It's All Bad!
[cops] "Everyone pr
Sad Reggie Lyrics
i find myself searching for the soul i once had watered down the smoke inside me i've become a no-mad there's been no body oh for sooo long now i want me back but i just don't know how well it's the same old story of a young boy he's a, one filled with dreams whoa but the fortune of reality was a ripper adversy if he's gonna make it he's gonna do it on his own well he's one strong mother fucker he's toppled the sides alone he will be done, before he ever understands why is he trying, and why must he go on when you have what you need but
oceed with caution, suspect is believed to be a black malei find myself searching for the soul i once had watered down the smoke inside me i've become a no-mad there's been no body oh for sooo long now i want me back but i just don't know how well it's the same old story of a young boy he's a, one filled with dreams whoa but the fortune of reality was a ripper adversy if he's gonna make it he's gonna do it on his own well he's one strong mother fucker he's toppled the sides alone he will be done, before he ever understands why is he trying, and why must he go on when you have what you need but
carrying female hostage. We got a runner fellas."
[WC] It's All Bad!
Verse Two: WC
They trynna cut me off against the gutta' lane
Trynna run these motherfuckers to the border man
Side-swiped the mothafuckin' El Camino!
Trynna get my black ass up outta San Bernadino
I catch the 215, to the 405
I'm catchin' hell trynna make it to the 5 I line!
They cut me off again I got to go the other way
Channel 5 in the sky we'll take *helicopter sounds* 'em through L.A.
*woman screams throughout* Quit screamin' BITCH (shut the fuck up!)
Ho' you slowin' me down, they ain't thinkin' 'bout yo' ass SHUT THE FUCK UP
now!
The bitch didn't budge, so I shot her, *woman stops screaming* "Bla! Bla!"
*with 2 gunshots* (stupid!)
(Fuck, take a look at you now!)
I kicked the door open *door opens*, threw her body on the freeway
Continued the chase, wiped the blood *door closes* off my face
Lookin' for an exit as soon as I reloads my mag' *reloads mag*
*car horns throughout* Stuck in heavy traffic...
Nigga It's All Bad!
Chorus: WC w/ cops
*car horns and helicopter sounds*
[cops] *unitellig
Racing A Train Lyrics
Looking back through mirrors dying for correction but it's too changed engraved and shaded gray for the rest of me to care off to the right the cries from me kept pouring in and scathed the skin where you had been laying only hours before and all the covers still were ruffled by the weight and the shape of your head and I was still dreaming gripping onto the endless image of you sitting next to my bed recessed in the feeling of your shoulders was all that I had left to remind looking back through mirrors dying for correction but its too traced in waste and unembraced for the rest of me to care and all through the
ble* "Suspect has just thrown female hostage on the side ofLooking back through mirrors dying for correction but it's too changed engraved and shaded gray for the rest of me to care off to the right the cries from me kept pouring in and scathed the skin where you had been laying only hours before and all the covers still were ruffled by the weight and the shape of your head and I was still dreaming gripping onto the endless image of you sitting next to my bed recessed in the feeling of your shoulders was all that I had left to remind looking back through mirrors dying for correction but its too traced in waste and unembraced for the rest of me to care and all through the
the 605 freeway. We now have him in heavy traffic on the 105 heading
westbound."
[WC] It's All Bad!
[cops] "Looks like he's trying pulling 1-8 10 and Central. He might try and
make a run for it. Don't let him get away. Take this fucker."
[WC] It's All Bad!
Verse 3: WC
Now it's time for me to make my getawaaaaaay!
Fuck a hostage, I'm doin' this the nigga waaaaaay!
I jumped out the car, and started squezzin' the trigga'
*8 gunshots* (bla! bla! bla! bla!)
And duckin' at 'em, I'm bustin' at 'em, laughin' at 'em, trynna splat 'em,
cussin at 'em
Like a true fuckin' G is supposed ta
I'm bustin' at the helicopter as I get closa'
Trynna shake 'em off my tail
I make's my way to the side of the freeway
Now I'm climbin' over the guard rail
I'm a felon, I can't take no shorts
I'm runnin' down Imperial past Imperial Courts
Stop to catch my breath 'til I heard the dogs barkin'
Now a nigga's runnin' past a nigga's [?]cigardens[?]
I hear the helicopter closin' in, yellin' "freeze"
But I'm yellin' back "fuck you!", hittin' 'em up with C's (fuck yaa'll!)
J Farnham, R Fraser, and C Lim We all have a second skin (sometimes it's superficial) From without or from within (can be beneficial) When you have your second skin (all of it essential) You can be almost anything (very superficial) We all have a second skin (a real infatuation) From without or from within (cause hyperventilation) When you have your second skin (a close examination) You can be anything (and you'll see the superstition)
On sight, no warnins that these coward's 'll be firin'
I made my way to Avalon
Peepin' any, get in the corner
I got's ta think quick, or I'm a goner
Saw this nigga slippin' in a '98 Ac-Right
*gun cocks, followed by a gunshot* (Get the fuck out!)
Left him bleedin' at the light!
Now it's back on, the money bag full of riches
Fuck One-Time, that get in my way, I'm killin' these bitches
I'm doin' 85 loc, these fools can't touch me
Came across Western, hit the back at Kentucky
Fish trailin', mashin' on my brakes I had to stop
Awww FUCK! Ain't this a bitch?! A road block!
Break: WC w/ cops
[cops]"Get out the car now I say, keep your hands up! Get out the car now or
I'm forced to shoot!" *gun cocks*
[WC] Fuck that...
[cops] He's movin'!! He's movin'!!
*car speeds off*
*car horns until beginning of chorus*
*about twenty gunshots*
[cops] "Cease fire!! Cease fire damnit!!"
Chorus: WC
It's All Bad!
Dead on arrival!
Nigga It's All Bad!
Dead on arrival!
It's All Bad!
It's All Bad!
Nigga we all, dead on arrival!
*helicopter flies by*