W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"The One Lyrics"
The Medication Is Wearing Off Lyrics
see this watch she gave me? well it still ticks away the days I'm climbing back for me the medication's wearing off gonna hurt not a little, a lot keep on tickin' you're not lickin' me step on a crack break your mother's heart red light green light black suicide e-mail do not delete plug it back in the jack
see this watch she gave me? well it still ticks away the days I'm climbing back for me the medication's wearing off gonna hurt not a little, a lot keep on tickin' you're not lickin' me step on a crack break your mother's heart red light green light black suicide e-mail do not delete plug it back in the jack
Sing it
For the niggaz with the bumps
Bump, c'mon, ba-bump
Comin through the alley with a trunk full of funk
Nigga who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the days
Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing Changed
Ahh, stage left with the right angle even
We got the MAAD Circle in the house dis evenin
Get down, and ya don't quit
Yeah yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock this shit, rock it
Aight, check one one, peep the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck thumpin
Stick out your tongue motherfuckers I'm comin
Hardcore's the way that I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight I used
Sounds of Sex Lyrics
Yo, Bret-- Yes? Give it to her! I like to make you scream Be the one to wet your dream --???/ I talk dirty in your... I tell you things that you would like to hear You're such a sexy young thing I'm never gonna scare you Love you so much I hate you Chorus I let you in my head I like you in
to flow for the crew Low ProYo, Bret-- Yes? Give it to her! I like to make you scream Be the one to wet your dream --???/ I talk dirty in your... I tell you things that you would like to hear You're such a sexy young thing I'm never gonna scare you Love you so much I hate you Chorus I let you in my head I like you in
A seven year vet still strong as malt liquor
So mirror mirror who's the motherfuckin nigga?
Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Now when I look in the mirror, what do I see?
Besides a shady-ass nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away think quick oh now, images start to click
I see your reflection, description young male holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Magic Johnson
Droppin my third album, back for more like Charles Bronson
Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em
Takin this so-called gangster rap to another level
The capital W to the motherfuckers C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean,
A Very Special Way Lyrics
I love you in a very special kind of way In fact so much that words could never really say I love you never knowing that you cared for me Until I needed you then I could really see That love between us was a card or letter Or something that you'd send me to make me feel better A box of candy or a big bouquet Has made me love
aggin with my Turkish earringI love you in a very special kind of way In fact so much that words could never really say I love you never knowing that you cared for me Until I needed you then I could really see That love between us was a card or letter Or something that you'd send me to make me feel better A box of candy or a big bouquet Has made me love
Down with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin nigga
Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four track
Locked down for years now releasin myself
Lettin my testicles swing from right left left right then back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
Beast known to make you give your motherfuckin hood up
Cooler than a chollo, gettin my stroll on
Goin solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my logo
Bitches wasn't down now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps
Eyes of Ireland Lyrics
Latimer/Hoover Listen now boys, my grandmother said - I'll tell you a story and then off to bed. There once was a time, we lived off the land. Harvest would come, and we all lent a hand But winds blew our lives, and scattered our seeds. Changing the landscape, from flowers to weeds.
tighter than Leroy on Fame jeansLatimer/Hoover Listen now boys, my grandmother said - I'll tell you a story and then off to bed. There once was a time, we lived off the land. Harvest would come, and we all lent a hand But winds blew our lives, and scattered our seeds. Changing the landscape, from flowers to weeds.
But they gets nathin but dug out like a booger
Cause like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle back in time
And I can still remember when niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep down knowin I take all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you can't stop the reign
Here to reclaim the fame
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the middle
So who's the nigga, mirror mirror solve the riddle
Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Fuck that, I'm the one, shit
Horns...
Am I the flyest nigga?
Let it ride