W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Fuckin' Wit Uh House Party Lyrics"
Hallowed Land Lyrics
You'd love to be so far away It's not a long way to go, it's gonna end in your pain Greet open handed stranger Create the turmoil, you're not sane I want the last one to go to embers will revive, So stay You want to live a life time each and every day You've struggled before, I swear to do it again You've told it before till I, until I'm weakened and sore Seek hallowed land You'd love to see right through my veins The pale reflection tells all, predominations sustain Crawl over land or mountain in sight the ultimate escape A silhouette subsiding,
You'd love to be so far away It's not a long way to go, it's gonna end in your pain Greet open handed stranger Create the turmoil, you're not sane I want the last one to go to embers will revive, So stay You want to live a life time each and every day You've struggled before, I swear to do it again You've told it before till I, until I'm weakened and sore Seek hallowed land You'd love to see right through my veins The pale reflection tells all, predominations sustain Crawl over land or mountain in sight the ultimate escape A silhouette subsiding,
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!" (repeat 4X)
It all started on a Saturday night, I was at the Tilt
Faded off a eightball, when I got the phone call
I recognized the voice right off the bat
Octavia, a.k.a. the neighbor-hood-rat
I used to run up in her but I had to play broke
cause the bitch was known to twist mo' than hundred spokes
Talkin bout a party she was givin and niggaz was dippin
She wanted me and my crew to come through and
I couldn't find CJ, Toones was out of town
And Mack and Cube wasn't out nowhere to be found
And all that bendin solo shit, played out with Cooley High
Even in the movie Damon caught a black eye bitch!
Ain't no peace treaty motherfuckers is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many niggaz chosin
So what makes you think I'm comin out tonight hoe?
You must be on Triple D: Dick, Dope and Dynamite
She kept claimin that security was tight
And if I came, we'd both be comin tonight
So I jumped off my kizznouch, grabbed a coat and my coat
Picturin my dick all down this bitch throat
Loaded up my heater, took the black nina
Jumped in my rizzide, headed for the Westside
Rollin in the ri
World Has To Die Lyrics
World is gonna die, dead crowd, blood spilled all around Sparking gore is everywhere, legion reigns over the universe Red burning clouds, all men are crucified Sharp pain terrifying scream of dying lives DENY! Holy virgin she is broken by sin DENY! Holy virgin she is dead from the evil figure DIE! Crucified for the many in one DIE! Crucified for ther lord of burning world The slaughter fulfills his longing for the blood Parody of judgement is his game Forest of the impaledreflects in daemons' glare Black slashing rainit will not wash the bl
gga with the naughtyWorld is gonna die, dead crowd, blood spilled all around Sparking gore is everywhere, legion reigns over the universe Red burning clouds, all men are crucified Sharp pain terrifying scream of dying lives DENY! Holy virgin she is broken by sin DENY! Holy virgin she is dead from the evil figure DIE! Crucified for the many in one DIE! Crucified for ther lord of burning world The slaughter fulfills his longing for the blood Parody of judgement is his game Forest of the impaledreflects in daemons' glare Black slashing rainit will not wash the bl
Bumpin "Flashlight" fool, headed for the party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuckin with house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't safe
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Kids don't try this at home
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
It's goin down, the music got the whole block blastin
And all I see is titties and bitches with big asses
I couldn't make it through, I had to go back
and park around the corner cause the street was packed
So now I'm bailin to the party, eyes damn near shut
Heater on my side, plus I'm high as fuck
Straight trippin off 40's, hoodrats and shit
With niggaz names tatted on they ankles and wrists
And all these Cutlasses next to empty bottles of Hennesey
An early indication of gangbangin activity
Got to the do', no security in sight
Just niggaz ridin on me, what that whoopty-woop like?
I felt like I straight mark, walkin in the house
Gettin punked by niggaz too young to get in Magic Mountain
So I rolled back on em, right on the spot
Told em, "Fuck your set!" That's when I heard the music stop
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Never Trust A Woman Lyrics
Don't ever trust a woman Until she's dead and buried Yes don't ever trust a woman Until she's dead and buried One day she'll say that she loves you And the next day she'll throw you in the street She'll smother you with kisses When her birthday comes around But as soon as she gets her presents She'll down talk you all over over town No don't ever trust a woman Until she's dead and buried One day she'll say that she loves you And the next day she'll throw you in the street She'll beg you for clothes and diamonds Until you're all
ot;Hey nigga what that stand for on your arm?"Don't ever trust a woman Until she's dead and buried Yes don't ever trust a woman Until she's dead and buried One day she'll say that she loves you And the next day she'll throw you in the street She'll smother you with kisses When her birthday comes around But as soon as she gets her presents She'll down talk you all over over town No don't ever trust a woman Until she's dead and buried One day she'll say that she loves you And the next day she'll throw you in the street She'll beg you for clothes and diamonds Until you're all
"Ni-niggaz havin cash"
"You mean niggaz havin a collision"
"Get that nigga!"
"Don't let that nigga fall!
Don't let him fall!"
Stretched out on the flo', gettin fucked up
All I saw was knucklehammers and bottom of niggaz Chuck's
Bitches screamin, "Kick that nigga ass for me!"
He's teemin on my dome, ain't no motherfuckin sympathy
I grabbed my heat and started dumpin, hit the back do'
scot free loc and who did I see?
Octavia, pussy wet, drunk on the ground
Passed out on her stomach with her pants hangin down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't no joke loc, fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Niggaz is gettin gunned down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, I don't know about where y'all from
but it ain't goin down where I'm from
Fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit is real, check it out
Woke up the next day, little cut on my arm
One on my eyes and head, more knots than Barry Vaughn
Called the hoe up and cussed her punk
Alabama Song (Whiskey Bar) Lyrics
Well, show me the way To the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't ask why Show me the way To the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't ask why For if we don't find The next whiskey bar I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you now why Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you now why<
ass outWell, show me the way To the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't ask why Show me the way To the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't ask why For if we don't find The next whiskey bar I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you now why Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you now why<
She had the nerve to ask why a nigga turned the party out?
Nigga I scream on that bitch, I banged on that bitch
Nutted up on that bitch, hung up on the bitch
Stank-ass skank got niggaz crossin enemy lines
I should've stayed home and listened to my first mind
Cause now a nigga's layin down mad at the world
Lookin like the Elephant Man with a jheri curl
Sittin at killa King with forty-fo' stitches
Fuckin with these parties and these punk ass bitches
Fuck a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, youknowhatI'msayin? Fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} This shit is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ay Toones, tell these motherfuckers
Fuckin with a house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ain't nuttin but motherfuckin bandana swingin
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Y'all know what time it is
Bandana season loc, ha hah
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin with a house party!