W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"The One Lyrics"
Simple Minded Lyrics
Alot of people think i'm evil Because i am not in their world But then again Who would want to be like them And in their weakness They will cheat this And act like they are Always winning And if you're one of them I have something for you... I'm so, you're so... Simple Minded!!! (x4)
Alot of people think i'm evil Because i am not in their world But then again Who would want to be like them And in their weakness They will cheat this And act like they are Always winning And if you're one of them I have something for you... I'm so, you're so... Simple Minded!!! (x4)
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
Run Lyrics
(Track 2 on "Rotator") Pretty still no star Want to go so far In pictures of the ocean Happy, heard your news What you got to lose Just pictures of the ocean Hang on, keep control But don't sell your soul For pictures of the ocean Take no time, to sign it on the dotted line Take the
to flow for the crew Low Pro(Track 2 on "Rotator") Pretty still no star Want to go so far In pictures of the ocean Happy, heard your news What you got to lose Just pictures of the ocean Hang on, keep control But don't sell your soul For pictures of the ocean Take no time, to sign it on the dotted line Take the
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,
Seasons in the Abyss Lyrics
Razors edge Outlines the dead Incisions in my head Anticipation the stimulation To kill the exhilaration Close your eyes Look deep in your soul Step outside yourself a And let your mind go Frozen eyes stare deep in your mind as you die Close your eyes And forget your name Step outside yourself<
aggin with my Turkish earringRazors edge Outlines the dead Incisions in my head Anticipation the stimulation To kill the exhilaration Close your eyes Look deep in your soul Step outside yourself a And let your mind go Frozen eyes stare deep in your mind as you die Close your eyes And forget your name Step outside yourself<
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
Bush Pusherman Lyrics
Every bone Deal with grease Every muscle Quivers before release My blood-shot eyes Scan the road A couple dogs in the corner Are making drunken love You have to love me You have to smile I hope I don't repulse you I'm a sensitive guy Please don't hate me I never asked to be born there I
tighter than Leroy on Fame jeansEvery bone Deal with grease Every muscle Quivers before release My blood-shot eyes Scan the road A couple dogs in the corner Are making drunken love You have to love me You have to smile I hope I don't repulse you I'm a sensitive guy Please don't hate me I never asked to be born there I
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