W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Let's Make A Deal (featuring Gangsta & Lina) Lyrics"
Rough-Housin' Lyrics
Gettin' loose at the corner joint That's all we had to do I said baby, when you cross that floor I sense trouble in the room And we were rough housin' Seemed the thing to do We were rough housin' Different points of view Fancy free, lookin' hot and lean Most any man's d
Gettin' loose at the corner joint That's all we had to do I said baby, when you cross that floor I sense trouble in the room And we were rough housin' Seemed the thing to do We were rough housin' Different points of view Fancy free, lookin' hot and lean Most any man's d
(*spanish*)
Let's take a trip..
[WC]
Initiated, gang related a zig-zag litted
Straight homicider when I'm sick with it
I tank, feels the pain, pistols aim
Hands trimbling, cause I'm caught in the mix of the game
See I'm needing this nigga that got those
Mo' Chicken's to Roscoe's, plus a direct with the Delgatos
Throw a tree, 14-9 a ki, and if I double that
Then I can get 28 off me
Now the clue to the tax, I'm slapping on the amount
Breaking em down, letting the lil homies circle mouths for ounce
Gram for gram, touching all the fiends
Why not nigga, ain't that the american dream
And you my love I do not sleep tonight I may not ever The sins of the past have come See how they sit down together Outside my window Outside my door And I know the reason what they've all come here for You my love My sweet, sweet love Are what it's all because o
Blow dope dough, and nigga fuck mo' hoes
Hey what can I say, it's the american way
I'm jacking for mill-i-ons, I'm loved from y'all to the Indians
From Columbus to the one time, they all corrupt
And they got Bush in office so nigga we all fucked
Look, I gotta eat, so nigga fuck being nice
Shiiit, I'm trying to ball like Reverand Pryce
Call my nigga Gangsta (what's happenin)
What's cracking nigga, where you at
[Gangsta]
I'm on deck in the Midwest, with some ghetto stars
In a suite with one of the homies in a rent-a-car
Fuck with me, we can all get blu
Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood Lyrics
B.Benjamin/S.Marcus/C.Cadwell Baby, do you understand me now Sometimes I feel a little mad But don't you know that no one alive Can always be an angel When things go wrong I seem to be bad But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
nted and fin hundredB.Benjamin/S.Marcus/C.Cadwell Baby, do you understand me now Sometimes I feel a little mad But don't you know that no one alive Can always be an angel When things go wrong I seem to be bad But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Spoke sling-shots, and fitty cabs with ends on it
See, three or four hund, and a four month run
I got your back you got mine, till the deal get done
[Chorus: Lina - 2x]
Let's make a deal, time to take a trip (Quanto Questro)
Let's take a trip (what they going for)
[Gangsta]
I got fifty in your hand when you land, so get here
Stop and drop, you won't have to sit here
Niggas is lined up, so keep mine tough
Back and fourth in freight-line trucks
14-9, gotta X out the middle man
Find out how much they'll charge us to get him here
Check six-hund and a six month run
Conscious Party Lyrics
Everyone is happy tonight But not because of the world And I know there'll be no fight In such a Conscious Party Everyone is happy tonight But not because of the world And I know there'll be no fight In such a Conscious Party No booze to lick our head Now we can't lose in
Any nigga try to trip, whole shit get spunEveryone is happy tonight But not because of the world And I know there'll be no fight In such a Conscious Party Everyone is happy tonight But not because of the world And I know there'll be no fight In such a Conscious Party No booze to lick our head Now we can't lose in
Ain't nothing to it, but to do it (baby)
Staking paper to the ceiling like the (eighties)
Ask Anesto, Quanto Qeusto
Tell him that we got a hundred thous in a Benz or the Lexo
[WC]
La la la la la la la la
I'm about to catch me a homicide
[Gangsta]
Ah naw Dub, we done cracked him fo sho glove
We gone build up our trust, till they trust us with mo' drugs
Then, they gone wish they never knew us
Have em saying hathe pinche miatay, screw us
We called Anesto, at Texaco
Set up a meeting at Taco Mexico
(*talking*)
[Chorus]