W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Better Days (featuring Ron Banks) Lyrics"
Blue Yodel #9 Lyrics
Standing on the corner I didn't mean no harm When a big policeman Grabbed me by the arm Now, it was down in Memphis On the corner of Beale and Main He said "Now, hey big boy I'm gonna have to know your name" Now, you can find my name On the tail of my shirt I'm a Tennessee hustler And I never have to work But I'm te
Standing on the corner I didn't mean no harm When a big policeman Grabbed me by the arm Now, it was down in Memphis On the corner of Beale and Main He said "Now, hey big boy I'm gonna have to know your name" Now, you can find my name On the tail of my shirt I'm a Tennessee hustler And I never have to work But I'm te
[WC]
Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it
Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it
So many of us done lost lives to the streets
As we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased
Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em
Hopin that the Lord let me see the millenium
Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days
Fightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways
I know it's wrong but it's hard to change
All my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game
Lookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent
Faced with rejection, early age stressin
But now ten years later with doodoo respect
I'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks
Showin love to my peeps and my love don't
Tweek Lyrics
tAke down my old cross throw it on my bAck it's been two yeArs And A seA of teArs i'm A lone wolf in the pAck cAlling out my nAme heAr thAt wicked voice pulling me bAck to the dArk life do i hAve A fucking choice feel my pulse increAse smell thAt dirty junk put me bAck in the gArbAge cAn my God i cAn't get enough don't pick up the phone tell Another lie i don't think i'll ever live to
changetAke down my old cross throw it on my bAck it's been two yeArs And A seA of teArs i'm A lone wolf in the pAck cAlling out my nAme heAr thAt wicked voice pulling me bAck to the dArk life do i hAve A fucking choice feel my pulse increAse smell thAt dirty junk put me bAck in the gArbAge cAn my God i cAn't get enough don't pick up the phone tell Another lie i don't think i'll ever live to
Here's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days
[Ron Banks]
Might sound strange, but I just can't run away
I can't run, run, it might sound strange
but I just can't run away
I can't run, no, run away
[WC]
Touch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good
Never, I still got love for the neighborhood
And even though now it's infested with gunplay
on most days like Bootsy I can't stay away
Cause if I shook like y'all shook on me
Then whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies?
I can't turn my head on my folks
so I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope
Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
Got love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto
How come everytime we get some change in our
She Gets Down Lyrics
I am mommy's naughty boy Her misbehavin' pride and joy I'll sin then she'll punish me for my wicked ways I've disobeyed and now I've got to pay Chorus: (She gets down) My girl gets me down on my knees (Low down) Won't stop ‘till I beg and I plead (She gets down) I need to walk on the wilder side So my girl gets down on me Out of sigh
canI am mommy's naughty boy Her misbehavin' pride and joy I'll sin then she'll punish me for my wicked ways I've disobeyed and now I've got to pay Chorus: (She gets down) My girl gets me down on my knees (Low down) Won't stop ‘till I beg and I plead (She gets down) I need to walk on the wilder side So my girl gets down on me Out of sigh
we run away and try to move out as far as we can?
I know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse
than a devil when you turn your back on these young G's
Now feel every word that I say, hear my cry
as I struggle out of thirst and search for better days
[Ron Banks]
Might sound strange, but I just can't run away
I can't run, run, run away!
Said I just can't run away
I can't run, run, run away
No I just can't run away
I can't run, run, runnnnnn away!
[WC]
Another day another dollar, it feels good to look around
and see I'm surrounded by real riders
Childhood comrades I ran with for years
Shared the same beer and tears over the same peers
Player haters swearin that all we all G's
off each others strengt
Sledgehammer Lyrics
you could have a steam train if you'd just lay down your tracks you could have an aeroplane flying if you bring your blue sky back all you do is call me I'll be anything you need you could have a big dipper going up and down, all around the bends you could have a bumper car, bumping this amusement never ends I want to be your sledge
with these, regulates the same cheeseyou could have a steam train if you'd just lay down your tracks you could have an aeroplane flying if you bring your blue sky back all you do is call me I'll be anything you need you could have a big dipper going up and down, all around the bends you could have a bumper car, bumping this amusement never ends I want to be your sledge
No jealousy we all family like Sister Sledge
Lace each other with game, so I can spin beer cans
Watch our kids grow together, as we get old together
Loc I mean this, let no one come in between this
Keep our business among us, behind doors and eyes closed
on those we consider as foes
Outsiders never exposed to your hustle
Plus I'm, never been one likely to trust em
No negative association, just dedication
to watch our paper sprout like this bud mutation
[Ron Banks]
Might sound strange, but I just can't run away
I can't run, run, run away!
No I just can't run away
I can't run, I can't runnnnnnn away!
No I just can't run away
I can't run run run run runnnnnn away!