W.C. Lyrics

W.C. Lyrics

"Dress Code Lyrics"

Spit In The Rain Lyrics
You can grin but you can't hide All the emptiness inside Since she left you like spit in the rain Without doubt it is true She was the only love you knew Now she's gone it fades away Like spit in the rain And you can try to find her But you'll be looking in vain Because love disappears like spit in the rain You can try to figure out Why you mean nothing to her now But you might just as well Just go spit in the rain Maybe then you will find

[ VERSE 1: W.C. ]
You know what's makin me mad?
Day after day I'm catchin all of this slack
Seems you gotta wear a suit, unlesss you wanna jacked
Cause in the '90s, y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs
Where if you ain't wearin a three-piece suit, you gotta gangbang
I walked in a rest', bout to order, and
People starin like a had manure on my pants
Grabbin they purse, checkin they wallets in the back
And thinkin I'ma rob em, cause I'm in all black
Yo, my Curduroys are cuffed with a crease down the middle
Snakeskin around my waist, so my pants hang a little
But I don't deal the package of crack
So what's the reason for the dirty looks?
Yo, check my name in your books
Seem like everytime I slap on my Starter cap
And step for a breath of fresh air
I end up fillin up a questionnaire
'What's your name?' 'Where you're goin?' 'Yo, what gang are you from?'
They tell me, "Don't get smart", and so I play dumb
Cause when I tell em where I stay, it doesn't get better
I Will Come For You Lyrics
[Music and lyrics: De Feis] Under tortured skies from a land with no sun I will come for you From Seven points of Darkness beyond the mountains and the ruins I will come for you Across the Fields of Rage and Yearning with Power in my hand I will return, I will return Once we had beauty our Sun blazcd in passion We lived alive Far from the reaching of closed minded preaching We lived and died Now all in darkness we wait for the end, hunted by men of
Live in South Central, they assume you got a jail record
A stereotypical attitude
That if you look like me, you gotta run with a crew
Cause when I step upon the scene everybody's gettin petrol
No matter what the color (What's up?)
I'm gettin sweated for my dress code
(Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps)
(That's why) (they dress just like) (suckers)
(Ha?) (suckers) (What?) (suckers)
[ VERSE 2 ]
[ W.C. ]
What is this, a prison? I'm buggin off the way that I'm livin
Seems everywhere I turn I'm assumin the position
At school I'm gettin tired of hearin the same old thing
Here come the rickety security, sweatin me for my earring
I don't carry a gun, though they consider me a threat
I guess I got em scared by the way that I dress
Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or Penny's
So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's
So what you're tellin me, is now I'm a crook
Who wrote the book on how a kid in my position's supposed to look?
[ Coolio ]
Get m
Farmer (who'll Remember Him) Lyrics
Life is just a lonesome road we all must travel down And each day brings us closer to the end The average man who walks this road makes no lasting mark And leaves no tracks to show where he has been The farmer spends his lifetime working with the land To feed and clothe the nation that he loves But he almost goes unnoticed in this busy world today But he's a man that we should be proud of You won't see his likeness carved in stone just a little marker's all there'll be His closest friends and
a fade and a pair of tight pants
I get a chance with the girls who wouldn't give me a glance
A big funny lookin hat just to cover my naps
A pair of patten leather shoes might keep me out of scraps
If I made that turn, it might save me some trouble
But I gotta watch my back, on the alert for a squabble
'Don't go here, don't go there,' brothers comin up missin
Got a pocket full of money, and I'm still getttin dissed
Cause it's a scam or a phase of my life that I'm goin through
If you dress like me, you gotta run with a crew
I'm tickin like a timebomb, ready to explode
Even in my frontyard (What's up)
I'm gettin sweated for my dress code
(Alright, fellas
No tennis shoes, no hats, no khakis, alright?)
[ VERSE 3: W.C. ]
Let's take a trip to the club scene (somebody tell me what's goin on)
You gotta wear a silk shirt just to dance to a funky song
Bouncers makin enemies for minimum wage
But they're the first ones to run when the club gets sprayed
Don't wanna let me in, because I'm weari
Lisa said ... Lyrics
Hearts will be broken - oh, one with the sun I fly to a rainbow - where my love begun Tears in my eyes - pain in my heart Baby, don't break apart How can I lose baby what I never had ? That's baby one thing that Lisa said The end of our love is the end of my life Oh baby how will I survive ? Oh Lisa said I'm sorry I sail my ship alone Lisa said don't worry My heart is not your home Lisa said : I'm crying 'Cause I have to go Oh, Lisa said : love is dying Say i
n my beeper
And if you're sportin gold, then you gotta be a dope dealer
(I paid 17.50 to hear a funky rhyme flow
And they're sweatin at the do' like I just entered a fashion show)
Yo, they put a curfew on Westwood, to keep me in my neighborhood
My hat's to the back, so I must be up to no good
(I got a jacket on my back for the fact that I rap
And they heard I was from Compton, so they ran they pennies back)
Scared of me for what, no, I don't wear tux
And if I ever got a Grammy, man, I'd bail in some Chuck
Tailors to show the whole world it's alright to be yourself
Should I change the way I dress, so I can look like the rest?
Wearin red, black and green, but they don't know what it means
Put on a African medaillon, now they're down with the team
Perpatratin for a click, first they wouldn't, now they switched
But they ain't gettin rich (Ain't that a bitch?)
Go strike a G.Q. pose, I got soul in my stroll
So they ban my video (For what?)
Cause they didn't like my dress code