W.C. Lyrics

W.C. Lyrics

"Taking Ova Lyrics"

Ferris Wheel Lyrics
From the album sunshine superman Walking in the seashore twilight, It's then you spy carnival lights, You slowly near the magic sight, Tangerine sky minus one kite. Take time an' tie your pretty hair The gypsy driver doesn't care If you catch your hair in the ferris wheel on top, In the ferris wheel on top. A silver bicycle you shall ride, To bathe your mind in the quiet tide. Far off as it seems your hair will mend

[ VERSE 1: WC ]
It's that MAAD Circle, lil'-ass loc'ed out
Tick-tick-boom, here to clear the room
Get em like this when I drop number three
Cause ain't nobody bad like me
It's the, it's the rizzapper
You wanna c-c-c-clack, what? Yeah fool, run up
Non-believers who didn't believe us
That we was comin back out, y'all can eat this
Diggidy-diggedy-dick in ya mouth
Cause papa's got a brand new bag here to tag
With the .44 mag that'll Color you Badd
And to you rap critics who said I wouldn't last
I need to jump out the speakers and strangle your ass
Cause never would I let the politics in rap
Or the shady contracts play me out like that
I know you can't stand to see a real loc'ster ride
So let it rain, let it drip fool, dump on ( ? )
[ CHORUS ]
So all you locsters and you hoes
Grab yo khakis and yo locs
It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle
Takin over
Down and Out Lyrics
She met a younger man and went to live in Germany She let a good man down, she told him he was history She’s found a real hard station, she’s paid the price for getting free But maybe she can make it, maybe she can make it alone. He moved from town to town and drifted down to Mexico Wrote her a tear stained letter, saying ‘Baby please don’t go’ Sweet dreams and miracles happen, but she still said no She said I know that you c
your radio
Nod your head to this here song
You like me, get your straight mob on
[ VERSE 2: WC ]
You shoulda known it don't stop, this is just a taste
So party people play like Xscape
And just 'kick off your shoes and relax your feet'
Bump that brand new Double-U-C
I been spendin the most of my time in the cut
Finessin my skills so one day I could bust
Off a fresh, fresh.. fresh, fresh
The beats that are fresh, fresh
Comin from the wild wild west
But it's got to be different
Than the nor-nor-normal styles that I be dishin
Kickin, stickin, but still grippin
Pop, pop, fizz, fizz
It's 1995 and I'm sick of this shit
And when rappers as they dangle from my jock
Pickin mo' niggas up than jack in a box
It don't stop
[ CHORUS ]
So all you locsters and you hoes
Grab yo khakis and yo locs
It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle
Takin over your radi
Sometime Soon (Movin' On) Lyrics
Thought I was living large ‘til my car broke down On the coldest night of the year Thought I was getting there, but I guess I was wrong I had snow in my shoes Hasn’t happened yet, maybe sometime soon And if not today or tomorrow (one of these days) And if not today or tomorrow We got so much snow I went blind for a day And I didn’t know who was who Thought I was getting there, but I guess I was wrong I had snow in my
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Nod your head to this here song
You like me, get your straight mob on
This year I'm takin my props
And like my nigga P said it don't stop till the casket drop
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
[ VERSE 3: WC ]
Quick, somebody help me out, get the taser gun
Doub's under the sun and it's f-f-f-fun
Here to represent, no better yet, here to claim
That loc'ed out MA-MA-MA-MAAD Circle gang, fool
Marks keep on slippin, slippin -
No wait a minute, dudes, wrong song
You know what, I'ma just give em a touch
Of what? That funk-funk-funky stuff
Niggas imitate, but they can't flip it like this
Nah sit, Boo Boo sit, let go my dick
Cause I've been watchin, watchin, watchin you watchin me
WC and no, my name ain't Winnie
I ain't got a perm
The Things I Found Lyrics
down below the voice of treachery above the vile acts of cruelty beyond the rims of our destiny fallen a cruce salus and still there are things I need to day and always things I see myself do yet in the end there's one truth only freedom in its ultimate form remove the fetters from your feet and rise again to breathe the air anew when body's broken and when your clothes are torn faith when the courage is crawling and
muthafucka, but lyrics I got plenty
And when it comes to this I'm rankin at the top
( ? ) on my beach cruiser, puttin in work, it don't stop
[ CHORUS ]
So all you locsters and you hoes
Grab yo khakis and yo locs
It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle
Takin over your radio
Nod your head to this here song
You like me, get your straight mob on
You shoulda known it don't stop
The Circle never fakes the funk, so muthafuckas give it up
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub