W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Keep Hustlin' (featuring E-40 & Too $hort) Lyrics"
LOY Lyrics
Intro: Well it's time for unnuh to Dance, dance, dance with the music Dance, dnace, dance with the music Verse 1: L is for the love they have for the dance they see O is only 'cause he always originality Y mean year in after year, they try dis dat supa dear Who originate all di dance and Jamaican badman dance without fear Chorus LOY, LOY, LOY, LOY, LOY, LOY, LOY Everybody dem a dance di LOY Check Mr. Bogle and
Intro: Well it's time for unnuh to Dance, dance, dance with the music Dance, dnace, dance with the music Verse 1: L is for the love they have for the dance they see O is only 'cause he always originality Y mean year in after year, they try dis dat supa dear Who originate all di dance and Jamaican badman dance without fear Chorus LOY, LOY, LOY, LOY, LOY, LOY, LOY Everybody dem a dance di LOY Check Mr. Bogle and
[WC] Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
[E-40] BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
[WC] Dub Cya, nya!
[E-40] Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc?
[E-40] Whassupish weebelations?
[WC] $hort Dawg, we all hogs
[TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy
[E-40] We doin our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH!
Verse One: WC
Thinkin of a master plan
Cause ain't naytin but crumbs inside my hand
So I, hit the stick, leaves my residence
Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin this gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim, with a million dollar dream
of swervin 740 Beem's and count G's from money machines
My click trump tight, nigga we roll like dice
For the ten china whites seekin hustler paradise
Where you from, what's your name, motherfucker what you sayin?
Dub C still claimin that Maad Circle gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw breakin runnin the pavement
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Stronger Lyrics
Stronger Ooh hey, yeah Hush, just stop There’s nothing you can do or say, baby I’ve had enough I’m not your property as from today, baby You might think that I won't make it on my own But now I’m… Chorus Stronger than yesterday Now it’s nothing but my way My lonliness ain’t killing me no more I’m stronger ---End Chorus That I ever thought that I could be, baby I used
rankin CD slanger, ghetto Hall of FamerStronger Ooh hey, yeah Hush, just stop There’s nothing you can do or say, baby I’ve had enough I’m not your property as from today, baby You might think that I won't make it on my own But now I’m… Chorus Stronger than yesterday Now it’s nothing but my way My lonliness ain’t killing me no more I’m stronger ---End Chorus That I ever thought that I could be, baby I used
International resider worldwider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar with No Limit's like Master P
Found my glitch in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but still hustlin
Chorus: *unknown singers*
Keep hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin... droppin keys funk stackin weed shiftin
Keep hustlin -- true players play it all night long
Keep on hustlin... on and on
Verse Two: E-40
Check it out; Dub C ?the below? system
got ya ninjas dang near ready to put hands on ?PGA any man?
Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for turnin off my lights and gas, low on cash
Bad enough I gotta go next door to take a bath, ain't got no water
Plus I heard that the police department homicide division
wanna holla at me about a manslaughter
Triflin ass baby mama, she's a botch bitch think I'm rich
Don't know the
The Apostle In Triumph Lyrics
In solitude I wander.... Through the vast enchanted forest The surrounding skies are one Torn apart by the phenomenon of lightning Rain is pouring down my (now) shivering shoulders In the rain my tears are forever lost The darkened oaks are my only shelter Red leaves are blown by the wind An ebony raven now catches my eye Sitting in calmness Before spreading his black wings Reaching for the skies In this fore
outcome, talkin bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"In solitude I wander.... Through the vast enchanted forest The surrounding skies are one Torn apart by the phenomenon of lightning Rain is pouring down my (now) shivering shoulders In the rain my tears are forever lost The darkened oaks are my only shelter Red leaves are blown by the wind An ebony raven now catches my eye Sitting in calmness Before spreading his black wings Reaching for the skies In this fore
I play ya like dick and bend a dick's dream how can I focus (hocus pocus)
When I'm famous as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice"
These rap videos gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin cute
knowin that we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Charlie Hustle
Knockin though, knock a hoe without a penny in my pocket
I don't come from much, so in order to do what I gotta do to survive
Tapes and CD's be my nine to five
Check it out, mathematics, paper rappamatics established
Long money, way before I signed for cabbage
Chorus
[E-40] Get your marbles main, get your paper ... glorify your paper route
Verse Three: Too $hort
Yeah
I'm comin from a fashion show, with a flashy hoe
Smokin indo from the Valle-jo
Like them 3rd Ward niggaz from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high, what you passin foe?
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Freak Me Lyrics
Freak me baby, Freak me Baby, Freak me baby, Freak me baby Let me lick you up and down till you say stop Let me play with your body baby make you real hot Let me do all the things you want me to do Cause tonight baby I wanna get freaky with you Baby don't you understand I wanna be your nasty man? I wanna make your body scream, then you will know just what I mean 24 carat gold dont want the night to grow cold I wanna lick you up and
on my right smellin smokeFreak me baby, Freak me Baby, Freak me baby, Freak me baby Let me lick you up and down till you say stop Let me play with your body baby make you real hot Let me do all the things you want me to do Cause tonight baby I wanna get freaky with you Baby don't you understand I wanna be your nasty man? I wanna make your body scream, then you will know just what I mean 24 carat gold dont want the night to grow cold I wanna lick you up and
But she don't know about the hustlin that I did when I was broke
My best customers, real macks and G's
Dopefiend beats on the backstreets
Me and Freddie B sellin game
Custom made tapes with your name, you can't complain
I always been about the business, I ain't changed
As long as I'm in it, I'm stayin the same
Ghetto star, feelin the pavement
I'm always down to earth, tryin to get paid bitch
Ain't no secret, to what I'm doin
I got the game from Oakland so I came to this conclusion
Chorus
$hort Dawg, you know we players main
Get your money nigga
[E-40] E-40 get yo' paper main, get yo' change
[TS] You know $hort Dawg always get his scratch
[E-40] Dub C!
[TS] Nya! Nya!
[WC] You know I'm takin mine nya!
[E-40] Fssssssh, ahh, uhhhh, erytime up in they tall can face
Glorifyin our paper route, nonstop -- you know?
BEYOTCH!