W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Taking Ova Lyrics"
Good Souls Lyrics
Feel sick after every meal, I take, 'Cause I know the life from your burning wing, won't wait, Sleep, I sleep every day, Wipe the cobwebs away, I need to be loved, Christ I'm out of my mind, I need to be loved, I need to be loved, So I turn to you and I say, Thank goodness for the Good Souls that make life better, So I turn to you and I say, If it wasn't for the Good Souls, life would not matter, Dive straight in on yo
Feel sick after every meal, I take, 'Cause I know the life from your burning wing, won't wait, Sleep, I sleep every day, Wipe the cobwebs away, I need to be loved, Christ I'm out of my mind, I need to be loved, I need to be loved, So I turn to you and I say, Thank goodness for the Good Souls that make life better, So I turn to you and I say, If it wasn't for the Good Souls, life would not matter, Dive straight in on yo
[ VERSE 1: WC ]
It's that MAAD Circle, lil'-ass loc'ed out
Tick-tick-boom, here to clear the room
Get em like this when I drop number three
Cause ain't nobody bad like me
It's the, it's the rizzapper
You wanna c-c-c-clack, what? Yeah fool, run up
Non-believers who didn't believe us
That we was comin back out, y'all can eat this
Diggidy-diggedy-dick in ya mouth
Cause papa's got a brand new bag here to tag
With the .44 mag that'll Color you Badd
And to you rap critics who said I wouldn't last
I need to jump out the speakers and strangle your ass
Cause never would I let the politics in rap
Or the shady contracts play me out like that
I know you can't stand to see a real loc'ster ride
So let it rain, let it drip fool, dump on ( ? )
[ CHORUS ]
So all you locsters and you hoes
Grab yo khakis and yo locs
It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle
Takin over
Fallen On Hard Times Lyrics
Fallen on hard times --- but it feels good to know that milk and honey's just around the bend. Running on bad lines --- we'd better run as we go, Tear up, tear up the overdraft again. Oh, dear Prime Minister --- it's all such a mess. Go right ahead and pull the rotten tooth. Oh, Mr. President --- you've been put to the test. Come clean, for once, and hit us with the truth. Looking for sunshine --- oh but it's black and
your radioFallen on hard times --- but it feels good to know that milk and honey's just around the bend. Running on bad lines --- we'd better run as we go, Tear up, tear up the overdraft again. Oh, dear Prime Minister --- it's all such a mess. Go right ahead and pull the rotten tooth. Oh, Mr. President --- you've been put to the test. Come clean, for once, and hit us with the truth. Looking for sunshine --- oh but it's black and
Nod your head to this here song
You like me, get your straight mob on
[ VERSE 2: WC ]
You shoulda known it don't stop, this is just a taste
So party people play like Xscape
And just 'kick off your shoes and relax your feet'
Bump that brand new Double-U-C
I been spendin the most of my time in the cut
Finessin my skills so one day I could bust
Off a fresh, fresh.. fresh, fresh
The beats that are fresh, fresh
Comin from the wild wild west
But it's got to be different
Than the nor-nor-normal styles that I be dishin
Kickin, stickin, but still grippin
Pop, pop, fizz, fizz
It's 1995 and I'm sick of this shit
And when rappers as they dangle from my jock
Pickin mo' niggas up than jack in a box
It don't stop
[ CHORUS ]
So all you locsters and you hoes
Grab yo khakis and yo locs
It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle
Takin over your radi
How Bad Do You Want It? Lyrics
Father Johnson went to the crossroads, so the Legend goes. He lived with his guitar and the Devil took his soul. The Devil took his soul. Been out here on this highway Breathing diesel smoke Driving hard for hours Trying to make that Memphis show People always ask me "Son what does it take To reach out and touch your dreams?" To them I always say Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Is it a fire that
oFather Johnson went to the crossroads, so the Legend goes. He lived with his guitar and the Devil took his soul. The Devil took his soul. Been out here on this highway Breathing diesel smoke Driving hard for hours Trying to make that Memphis show People always ask me "Son what does it take To reach out and touch your dreams?" To them I always say Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Is it a fire that
Nod your head to this here song
You like me, get your straight mob on
This year I'm takin my props
And like my nigga P said it don't stop till the casket drop
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
[ VERSE 3: WC ]
Quick, somebody help me out, get the taser gun
Doub's under the sun and it's f-f-f-fun
Here to represent, no better yet, here to claim
That loc'ed out MA-MA-MA-MAAD Circle gang, fool
Marks keep on slippin, slippin -
No wait a minute, dudes, wrong song
You know what, I'ma just give em a touch
Of what? That funk-funk-funky stuff
Niggas imitate, but they can't flip it like this
Nah sit, Boo Boo sit, let go my dick
Cause I've been watchin, watchin, watchin you watchin me
WC and no, my name ain't Winnie
I ain't got a perm
The Company Of Storms Lyrics
you told me the sun would always rise and if it shouldn't shine have faith 'cause one day that great burning star's light one once again dance across my face I heard the roar of the parting seas and the mourning of a blackened sun I saw the last flower wither away when our flesh turned to stone I felt the frigid blood in my veins grow still like winter's paralyzed streams as the soil beneath our feet gave way to iron and asp
muthafucka, but lyrics I got plentyyou told me the sun would always rise and if it shouldn't shine have faith 'cause one day that great burning star's light one once again dance across my face I heard the roar of the parting seas and the mourning of a blackened sun I saw the last flower wither away when our flesh turned to stone I felt the frigid blood in my veins grow still like winter's paralyzed streams as the soil beneath our feet gave way to iron and asp
And when it comes to this I'm rankin at the top
( ? ) on my beach cruiser, puttin in work, it don't stop
[ CHORUS ]
So all you locsters and you hoes
Grab yo khakis and yo locs
It's that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle
Takin over your radio
Nod your head to this here song
You like me, get your straight mob on
You shoulda known it don't stop
The Circle never fakes the funk, so muthafuckas give it up
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub
Here comes the Doub, here comes the Doub
Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub