W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Paper Trippin' (featuring Nate Dogg) Lyrics"
The Wino And I Know Lyrics
By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan Got seventy-eights by Hank Snow Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet To a rhythm that only he knows And I've seen him in so many places I saw him the night I was born In a Bourbon Street bar, I received my first scar From an old man so tattered and torn Chorus: And the wino and I know
By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan Got seventy-eights by Hank Snow Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet To a rhythm that only he knows And I've seen him in so many places I saw him the night I was born In a Bourbon Street bar, I received my first scar From an old man so tattered and torn Chorus: And the wino and I know
[WC]
Uhh, yeah! What's crackin y'all? Dub C
Still chasin this cheese, puttin it down
Whassup Nate?
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (dem dolla dolla dollars)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need (we rider rider riders)
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (yeah, yeah)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need
[WC]
Check it out
What they hittin fo'? Look I'm sick of all this chattin
Bullshit rappin, let's really get it a-crackin
Y'all niggaz ain't ready fo' a nigga that's gettin paper
Foe scraper, dice shaker, the white, Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang ambassador, givin it up back at'c
The Silent Enigma Lyrics
In dreamland grandeur I held mesmerised peace Innocence breathed again A mind's escape Leave walls of tears behind Ethereal vision haunting still... The solitude left me blind Beneath an open sky Sibilant cries of youth dying Enslave me with grief A moonlit era, oblivion's twilight kiss Wishes in lament Happiness in a broken vision Utopia still
ha blastin yaIn dreamland grandeur I held mesmerised peace Innocence breathed again A mind's escape Leave walls of tears behind Ethereal vision haunting still... The solitude left me blind Beneath an open sky Sibilant cries of youth dying Enslave me with grief A moonlit era, oblivion's twilight kiss Wishes in lament Happiness in a broken vision Utopia still
Off brand assassin-er, jackin for figures c'mon
Totalled up a rock, with a repetitive offender
The purple tinter, the big spender
The realest nigga you know, smellin like doe doe and Pruno
Sick with the flow, swangin low-lows and Harleys
Gather the guests at my mansions and throw my parole parties
Ex criminal turned corporate; elevated my game to worldwide nation
Tippin on paper trippin nia
[Chorus]
[WC]
Big beans or big wings or big screens
Befo' y'all stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams
I throw the dice, close my eyes and rich roll 'em
Take my handkerchief and fold 'em, y'all know the slogan
Riders don't worry multiply shift gears
Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high
The bigger the lick the bigger the hit to cash it all
So whether the
The Mighty Evil Lyrics
I wanna be your master I wanna be your king I am coming through the fire With iron fist I govern Through the piece I strike Through the suffering I reign Once called as evil Once seen as devil Master Jesus Christ [Chorus:] You can not win over me Your weapons are too weak Better believe in me Before the fire burns your souls I prais
y ready or not I'm snatchin it allI wanna be your master I wanna be your king I am coming through the fire With iron fist I govern Through the piece I strike Through the suffering I reign Once called as evil Once seen as devil Master Jesus Christ [Chorus:] You can not win over me Your weapons are too weak Better believe in me Before the fire burns your souls I prais
Wood grains and chrome frames the mode is hang
A trick that won't sang, transported dem thangs
Fuck the pain, give me a label ain't shit funny
Look I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor Cohen's money
Get the Neville's money and blow doja with my stash on rich
And get my dick licked by the baddest bitch
Fade ya, real boy major with tough shit they ain't got
like three-way pagers, nigga I'm paper trippin
[Chorus]
[Nate Dogg]
Paper is all.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. I need
[WC]
Testin testin, broadcastin live
All day unleaded'll go fo' forty-nine
No garbage no cut, just the bomb pow-wow
Gots to get my hands on that new body style
Floss all y
Albuquerque Lyrics
(Chris Lindsey/Stephonie Seekell) I've spent twenty three nights in this one horse town I've been jacked up, been broke down for too long I've been bustin' my tail in the blazing sun Watching jack rabbits watch tumbleweeds run until dawn Something's whisperin' in my ear That I should be light years from here in Albuquerque where the skies are blue (Gonna take a bus take a t
ou nigga, toss liquor up(Chris Lindsey/Stephonie Seekell) I've spent twenty three nights in this one horse town I've been jacked up, been broke down for too long I've been bustin' my tail in the blazing sun Watching jack rabbits watch tumbleweeds run until dawn Something's whisperin' in my ear That I should be light years from here in Albuquerque where the skies are blue (Gonna take a bus take a t
A rugged nigga smokin on a cigarette butt
Mashin and I ain't lettin the pedal up
Cause all these songs on my radio ain't ghetto enough
Shutted 'em up with the tank in the cut, I'm sweated to bust
Dub C'zy, fo'ever, gettin 'em up
Hands down I'm the motherfuckin man
Who else could take a gang hop and turn it to a national dance
Givin the fans a glance of a rider saggin his pants
with my rag on my cane standin in a penguin stance, nigga
Worldwidin, ridin, collidin
Fool it's sincerely yours the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin
[Chorus]
[WC]
Dub C, ghetto extrordinaire, hood fabulous
Comin through with fingers in the air
Y'all know what time it is
[Nate] Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's
[WC] Dem dolla dolla dollars