W.C. Lyrics

W.C. Lyrics

"The Autobiography Lyrics"

TRANSATLANTIC Lyrics
3000 miles across the sea, are you waiting there for me I'm stuck here in this state, so I must communicate Don't know just where you are, just know that you're too far There's only one thing I can do
[CT] It's about that time nigga
[WC] For what?
[CT] Redo this motherfucker look I found it nigga
[WC] Ahh hell naw nigga!
[CT] Sheyitt
Now here we go, y'all gotta play this
Due to you bitch-ass niggaz I'ma maze this
rearranged funk and refreak the track
The Godfather of Underground Rap is back
Banged out the game as I ride with the Benji's
Fuck off the hook, nigga I'm off the fuckin hingesFlower Girl Lyrics
Some are talking, Some will say Some are lying, Well it will make you pray. So sad yea oh mad. Babe is coming our. Some are talking, Some will say Well I've got catch time, Do y
> No gimmicks, just a crew of driveby shooters
Coupe de Ville swoopers, looters and Stax loopers
I started off way back sick with a mentality
Wicked got down kickin it with the Syndicate
Just a lil' nigga seein ways to get paid
Levi cordueroy saggin with french braids
No overnight success, no tinted windows
No limos, just a hungry nigga doin demos
The year eighty-eight, the group was Low Pro
When niggaz used
Swear Your Love Lyrics
I got a letter from my love, It said exactly what I'm thinking of no words can say, Well darling I'll find away You see your diamond ring, I' here to say that doesn't mean a thing Without your love, And if
to swerve on Lincoln's and Vogues
Loc these niggaz ain't knowin about payin no dues, the shit I done been through
Gone through, put through, was bruised too so it's time to school these foes
Looka there, as I walk the rugged road of the path
I gets flashbacks, and thrash mash, enemies in my path
Hustler turn your page to nineteen eighty-nine
When a young nigga first signed the dotted line, I was
bang bang, boogie w
Bad Day, Good Night Lyrics
Get, undress and fall into our bed This can of worms is left for dead I can't wait through all this shit Come close, dear And let me hold you near It doesn't matter who's right or wrong It's alw
ith the music
Took the old funk track, and relooped it
Dropped "Payin Dues" for a small amount of cheddar
The name of the LP was "We In This Together"
*beeper sounds repeatedly*
[CT] Awww shit, what the fuck why you sto
[WC] Man this motherfuckin pager keep goin off
Look I'm tired of these bitches!
[CT] Youse a cold nigga!
*DJ scratches* "Noooo shit!"