W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Bellin (featuring Kokane) Lyrics"
Latin Dreams In Turpentine Lyrics
Kiss my trembling Fingers Covered with your Blood. Sister, please forgive me, And the Sun is shining bright. Sweetish Stones burn on hot Floe To evitate in Vapour State. Pink Noises maim my talking Ears As your Eyeballs fill my Guts. Evaporation is changing my Aggregate State, And gaseous I travel with the Wind. I'm filtering the Light and many Fraunhofer-lines Enrich the Colour Spectrum, dispersed by a Prism. [Lyrics
Kiss my trembling Fingers Covered with your Blood. Sister, please forgive me, And the Sun is shining bright. Sweetish Stones burn on hot Floe To evitate in Vapour State. Pink Noises maim my talking Ears As your Eyeballs fill my Guts. Evaporation is changing my Aggregate State, And gaseous I travel with the Wind. I'm filtering the Light and many Fraunhofer-lines Enrich the Colour Spectrum, dispersed by a Prism. [Lyrics
[intro]
Bellin
Strolling with a limp
Sagging hard
Mainly done by L.A street niggas
Bellin
Is not just a casual stroll
But a way of life
A movement
First you take the rag
Crease it
Place it in your back pocket
And bell
But remember
For all you square ass niggas
Rips to the left
Doggs to the right
Not for niggas in tight ass jeans and penny loafers
But highly recommended for nigaas sporting
Khakis, house shoes and locs
[Kokane]
Oh my God
Yeah, we back motherfucker
WC niia, niia, BAAM BAAM!
[WC]
Keep it crackin
I'm sick of all this bullshit yacking
Ya'll done fucked around
and got the Dub reacting
Lo-lows, broughams
House shoes, or roams
Once again its on nigga
It's time to G on
When it comes to gangsta shit
Can't too many fuck with me
Hang with me
or ride to the highest level of ridetivity
One to the neck
Two to t
I Used To Be A Sailor Lyrics
I used to be a sailor Who sailed across the seas But now I'm just an island Since they took my boat away from me Oh no I don't like being stationary I like the rocky wavy motions of the sea I sit and rot behind these padded walls Hoping one day they'll fall And set me free He wrote his epitaph He wrote his eulogy It said "I think that I can die now For my true love won't come for me" Oh no I do
he neckI used to be a sailor Who sailed across the seas But now I'm just an island Since they took my boat away from me Oh no I don't like being stationary I like the rocky wavy motions of the sea I sit and rot behind these padded walls Hoping one day they'll fall And set me free He wrote his epitaph He wrote his eulogy It said "I think that I can die now For my true love won't come for me" Oh no I do
I'm sticking them
Leaving them scarred
Bitch niggas get rode of they yard
Hard
Get off that shit
You lost that shit
See how many streets
While you talk that shit
Fuck who Billboard hanging
And who take you banging and slanging
I'm the hardest nigga in this game
Famin
the only one remaining
It's time for confrontation
The only one that's gonna swing them thangs
Swinging with the Titanium flaming
With the gun safety on F'n
Fuck the whole world loc
I'm bellin
[Chorus]
[Kokane]
Yeah I got the remedy
To make you wanna come and ride with me
You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must
Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk
I'm a keep banging that gangsta ish And none of ya'll niggas can fuck with it
You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must
Cause this the way we bell form dawn to dusk
[WC]
Sick as they come
Sick as thay come
WC
Hairshirt Lyrics
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) I am not the type of dog That could keep you waiting For no good reason Run a carbon-black test on my jaw And you will find it's all been said before I can swing my megaphone and long arm the rest It's easier and better To just beat it from the chest Of desire I could walk into this room And the waves of conversation are enough To knock you down in the undertow So alone, so alone
got that bomb shit(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) I am not the type of dog That could keep you waiting For no good reason Run a carbon-black test on my jaw And you will find it's all been said before I can swing my megaphone and long arm the rest It's easier and better To just beat it from the chest Of desire I could walk into this room And the waves of conversation are enough To knock you down in the undertow So alone, so alone
that'll numb your tongue
Fucking it up
in my dum-da-da-dumbs
Not a Dump-da-da-dumb
Off that wet one
Chucking up the finger and thumb
Scrap it
Clack-clack it
And toss the liquor
Clip the barrel
And hang out the window
And get off on niggas
Snatch niggas, clap triggers
Leave on the back of the grass niggas
Fuck all you rapping ass niggas
I'm a thank em'
Let my nuts hang
And dick dangle
Come in with the shit that will make you break them ankles
Cause I'm an all-season nigga
Leave yah leaking nigga
Thirsty gutter nigga
Use a first........ nigga
Disappear nigga
We gonna be here
Been shifting gears
And doing this shit for years
Off the liquor though
Really though
Fuck a video
I'm getting in these hoes
Nigga fuck what you yellin
I'm Bellin
[Chorus]
[Kokane]
If you see me saggin
Don't say nothing
It's jus
Gifts They Gave Lyrics
Jesus our King kind and good was humbly born in a stable of wood And the lowly beasts around him stood Jesus our King kind and good I said the donkey shaggy and brown I carried his mother up and down I carried his mother to Bethlehem town I said the donkey shaggy and brown I said the ox this was my hay I gave him my manger twas here that he lay I gave him my manger twas here that he lay I said the ox this was my hay (I said the sheep with pearly horn
t the way we bellJesus our King kind and good was humbly born in a stable of wood And the lowly beasts around him stood Jesus our King kind and good I said the donkey shaggy and brown I carried his mother up and down I carried his mother to Bethlehem town I said the donkey shaggy and brown I said the ox this was my hay I gave him my manger twas here that he lay I gave him my manger twas here that he lay I said the ox this was my hay (I said the sheep with pearly horn
When you see these Chucks
You know I don't give a fuck
It's just the way we bell
[WC]
Roll them in
Wrote this song again
...
Pull them out and let them glide
Hang them high
Put them hankies in the sky
Out of town niggas what you need
Hit me
Get with me
Get tuned in to the realist nigga in this city
And if you came to LA
You never reached out and touched us
Trust us
Then you must have been fucking with bustas
Hell yeah, I said it
I'm a hog in this shit
Cause my before me was none of this walking shit
Keep it real
When I was skipping on Benzos and Navies
Ya'll was in tight ass pants with murphys in your khakis
Ducking
Now all of a sudden
Niggas start super crippin
So nigga taste these slugs
Tuckin
Nigga tuck in your chain and your tail in
And shut the fuck up and make way for these fellas
Nigga, I'm bellin