W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Taking Ova Lyrics"
Spinning Lyrics
Was it loneliness that brought you here Broken and weak Was it tiredness that made you sleep Have you lost your will to speak Was the earth spinning round Were you falling through the ground As the world came tumbling down You prayed to God what have we done Free me from these chains I need to change my way Heal these broken wings I need to fly far away, far away, far away Was it emptiness that made you weep No mo
Was it loneliness that brought you here Broken and weak Was it tiredness that made you sleep Have you lost your will to speak Was the earth spinning round Were you falling through the ground As the world came tumbling down You prayed to God what have we done Free me from these chains I need to change my way Heal these broken wings I need to fly far away, far away, far away Was it emptiness that made you weep No mo
[ 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
Goat Perversion Lyrics
Sodomize thru the night - who has killed the fucking light What the fuck do you expect to see When Jesus lying naked in front of me [chorus:] Goat in pain - the satanic reign Who has killed the fucking light, Who has killed the fucking light, huh ? You are all doomed to misery So fuck some goatcorpses in praise of me [repeat chorus]
your radioSodomize thru the night - who has killed the fucking light What the fuck do you expect to see When Jesus lying naked in front of me [chorus:] Goat in pain - the satanic reign Who has killed the fucking light, Who has killed the fucking light, huh ? You are all doomed to misery So fuck some goatcorpses in praise of me [repeat chorus]
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
The Poet Lyrics
Oh, ooh You stole a poem from a book Made believe that it was yours You seduced me with those words (you seduced me) And I couldn't help but fall I fell in love with you that night I let the lyrics speak to me They cast a spell upon my heart With their sensuality The truth is you were faking it (you were faking it) That beautiful verse was counterfeit Caught you doin' a de Bergerac You may be cute yeah But
oOh, ooh You stole a poem from a book Made believe that it was yours You seduced me with those words (you seduced me) And I couldn't help but fall I fell in love with you that night I let the lyrics speak to me They cast a spell upon my heart With their sensuality The truth is you were faking it (you were faking it) That beautiful verse was counterfeit Caught you doin' a de Bergerac You may be cute yeah But
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
Old Polina Lyrics
(Trad) There’s a noble fleet o’ whalers sailin’ from Dundee men by British sailors to take them o’er the sea on a western ocean passage we started on the trip we flew along just like a song on a galleon whalin’ ship Twas the second Sunday morning just after leaving port we met a heavy south-west gale that washed away our boat it washed away our quarter deck our ‘stensions just as well and so we sent the whole she-
muthafucka, but lyrics I got plenty(Trad) There’s a noble fleet o’ whalers sailin’ from Dundee men by British sailors to take them o’er the sea on a western ocean passage we started on the trip we flew along just like a song on a galleon whalin’ ship Twas the second Sunday morning just after leaving port we met a heavy south-west gale that washed away our boat it washed away our quarter deck our ‘stensions just as well and so we sent the whole she-
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