W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Ghetto Serenade Lyrics"
It Would Only Be Action Lyrics
Oh please don’t ask me Not again — it wouldn’t work It would be a paragraph or somethin’ It would only be action I know things I must get out Oh but I’m weak — doin’ fine Getting better all the time Waste away, look at that I’ll bet you thought I’ll bet you thought Okay, you want some real action Well you can’t
Oh please don’t ask me Not again — it wouldn’t work It would be a paragraph or somethin’ It would only be action I know things I must get out Oh but I’m weak — doin’ fine Getting better all the time Waste away, look at that I’ll bet you thought I’ll bet you thought Okay, you want some real action Well you can’t
[ VERSE 1: W.C. ]
Back in the days when I was tryin to come up in the rap game
Livin like a [???], bustlin spare change
Drivin a bucket, livin in a shack
Tryin to make the best out of what I had, usin a pen and pad
There was this girlie that I wanted to get with
Who never gave me no play, because I wasn't rollin
She said I was too ghetto, and that a brother from the ghetto
Couldn't give her nothin but hard times and trouble
But bein I was young and dumb
And just thinkin bout the putang, had me sprung
I used to play myself late at night goin over her house, drinkin 40s
Standin on the front porch singin oldies
And even though her father used to run me away
I used to creep around the side and hit the backgate
Tappin on her
Goodbye Says It All Lyrics
(Johnny Macrae, Bobby Fischer, Charlie Black) It's another back-door sneakin' in Where you been? midnight Quiet as a mack truck-lotsa luck Thinkin' up an alibi But every light in the house is on Everything is gone Chorus: She left me no chance at redemption No further exemption Just a big red "goodbye" is lipstick on the wall window, givin her the Ghetto Serenade
And it went this way
[ CHORUS ]
You've got somethin that keeps my head in a spin
You've got somethin that makes me wanna give in
You've got somethin that turns my head all around
You've got somethin that takes me all down
[ VERSE 2: W.C. ]
I used to ask her all the time, "Yo, why do you play me?"
It shouldn't matter that I didn't drive a Mercedes
She said that I was probably only good for makin babies
And my physical appearance makes me look crazy
She said that, "You look like you bang, or maybe even slang
And if you wanna be with me, you gotta rearrange"
But I wasn't bout to get a flattop or go in a suit
And come back in a new BM(W)
She said her parents wouldn't
"And plus you got nothin to give me
You wanna get laid? You gotta keep me paid"
That's when she lost me, man, cause I ain't payin for the ying-yang
And even though I'm feelin bad
I feel like this: I can't miss what I never had
So I gave it a last shot, and right before I walked away
I hit her with the Ghetto Serenade
[ CHORUS ]
A few years later, now my dues are paid up
I got a record out, now I'm rollin in big bucks
Flyin all around the world, meetin many girls
Everywhere that I go, and makin rap videos
And signin autographs the other day
I looked up, and guess who was comin my way?
The same old girl who never gave me no rhythm
But this time standin in the middle of five
She done got fat, and now she's lookin like the cookie monster to me
Walkin around with the saggy booty
And runnin that drag about how I done matured so much
And why I haven't kept in touch?
I started laughin in her face, cause to me it was funny
Now she wanted me for my money
So I turned my back to her, and I walked away
Leavin her singin the Ghetto Serenade
And here's what she had to say:
[ CHORUS ]
Hey Dub, man, what's up, man?
You done got these braids off your head
Got rid of those khaki pants
Man, you sure have matured, man
How about gettin your telephone number?
...what's up with that, man?
Just cause I wasn't givin you no rhythm, that wasn't my fault, man
Lookin so good, man...
(Johnny Macrae, Bobby Fischer, Charlie Black) It's another back-door sneakin' in Where you been? midnight Quiet as a mack truck-lotsa luck Thinkin' up an alibi But every light in the house is on Everything is gone Chorus: She left me no chance at redemption No further exemption Just a big red "goodbye" is lipstick on the wall
And it went this way
[ CHORUS ]
You've got somethin that keeps my head in a spin
You've got somethin that makes me wanna give in
You've got somethin that turns my head all around
You've got somethin that takes me all down
[ VERSE 2: W.C. ]
I used to ask her all the time, "Yo, why do you play me?"
It shouldn't matter that I didn't drive a Mercedes
She said that I was probably only good for makin babies
And my physical appearance makes me look crazy
She said that, "You look like you bang, or maybe even slang
And if you wanna be with me, you gotta rearrange"
But I wasn't bout to get a flattop or go in a suit
And come back in a new BM(W)
She said her parents wouldn't
Angels And Faith Lyrics
Looking down at my life I find the cold stare of spite In a copse the Angel sighs I long to feel her at my side Hope is dread, it waits for me And through it cloak I cannot see Within her arms I wish to rest But she's slave to cold, sweet death And she knows what's in my heart And she sees the falling snow On this darkest night of life And s
approve of the way that I looked, seeLooking down at my life I find the cold stare of spite In a copse the Angel sighs I long to feel her at my side Hope is dread, it waits for me And through it cloak I cannot see Within her arms I wish to rest But she's slave to cold, sweet death And she knows what's in my heart And she sees the falling snow On this darkest night of life And s
"And plus you got nothin to give me
You wanna get laid? You gotta keep me paid"
That's when she lost me, man, cause I ain't payin for the ying-yang
And even though I'm feelin bad
I feel like this: I can't miss what I never had
So I gave it a last shot, and right before I walked away
I hit her with the Ghetto Serenade
[ CHORUS ]
A few years later, now my dues are paid up
I got a record out, now I'm rollin in big bucks
Flyin all around the world, meetin many girls
Everywhere that I go, and makin rap videos
And signin autographs the other day
I looked up, and guess who was comin my way?
The same old girl who never gave me no rhythm
But this time standin in the middle of five
Get Used to This Lyrics
Take me in your arms and tell me it’s alright to dream Of anything I want and anywhere I want to be Tell me there’s so much out there you want to show me And even in my nightmares you’ll be watching over me And I swear I’ll never move I could get so used to this, baby I could get so used to this Wrap your legs around until you almost smother me
childrenTake me in your arms and tell me it’s alright to dream Of anything I want and anywhere I want to be Tell me there’s so much out there you want to show me And even in my nightmares you’ll be watching over me And I swear I’ll never move I could get so used to this, baby I could get so used to this Wrap your legs around until you almost smother me
She done got fat, and now she's lookin like the cookie monster to me
Walkin around with the saggy booty
And runnin that drag about how I done matured so much
And why I haven't kept in touch?
I started laughin in her face, cause to me it was funny
Now she wanted me for my money
So I turned my back to her, and I walked away
Leavin her singin the Ghetto Serenade
And here's what she had to say:
[ CHORUS ]
Hey Dub, man, what's up, man?
You done got these braids off your head
Got rid of those khaki pants
Man, you sure have matured, man
How about gettin your telephone number?
...what's up with that, man?
Just cause I wasn't givin you no rhythm, that wasn't my fault, man
Lookin so good, man...