W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Walk (featuring Ice Cube & Mack 10) Lyrics"
When You Get To Me Lyrics
You don't need reasons I understand You can't go dreaming And now I'll change a few plans You gotta see the next page Before your chance flies away If you get to Arizona, and you're walking through those lonely canyons And you're standing in the middle of everything Beauty like you've imagined As you go down the lis
You don't need reasons I understand You can't go dreaming And now I'll change a few plans You gotta see the next page Before your chance flies away If you get to Arizona, and you're walking through those lonely canyons And you're standing in the middle of everything Beauty like you've imagined As you go down the lis
[Ice Cube]
1, 2, 3, 4
Get you a bitch up on the floor
You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)
You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)
[WC]
To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH
Bang, crease the starch
Uh oh, here we go again
Off the chain, that Dub SC gang
State yo name
[Ice Cube]
Ice Cube motherfucker
[WC]
What's your name
[Mack 10]
Mack 10 motherfucker
[WC]
Well bang on, swang on
Cause on mine I'ma G on, Dub C let a scene on
Get my green on, with my white sling on
Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging
Three wheels, make the heat squeal
This Westcoast shit is the shit that we built
Who wanna bust with or fuck with hi
Get Lost Lyrics
go on get lost & join a punkrock band quit your school, give up your job and live in a stinky van they won't let you take it easy you don't wanna get it slow now you gotta get 'cher ass to the next punkshow so... ya! go on! get lost! go on get lost & fuck your life for good fall through the cra
m, and confessgo on get lost & join a punkrock band quit your school, give up your job and live in a stinky van they won't let you take it easy you don't wanna get it slow now you gotta get 'cher ass to the next punkshow so... ya! go on! get lost! go on get lost & fuck your life for good fall through the cra
Y'all can't fuck with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it
Dub C, from that Dub SC
Fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man
[Chorus]
Walk, walk
Niggas let me see you walk
Walk, walk
Bitches let me see you walk - 2x
To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH
Calling all cars, niggas look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Get toe start
[Ice Cube]
Ice Cube motherfucker, I represent this
Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice
All you bitch ass niggas are defenseless
Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids
It's sunday school, I run you fools
You ain't gone do shit
I got the flip shit, to plant
Spit it like I'm gone
So Run Down Lyrics
blue cars big beat dead on my feet i get this heat run round lime street do this be there i just don't care all day day wear go home she's there i don't think that i can stand i'm so run down she is oh so out of hand she's coming down run down who cares i'm so happy i get some clerk talk t
spit itblue cars big beat dead on my feet i get this heat run round lime street do this be there i just don't care all day day wear go home she's there i don't think that i can stand i'm so run down she is oh so out of hand she's coming down run down who cares i'm so happy i get some clerk talk t
Niggas wanna get it, but they won't admit it
I'm connected and committed
All the way bided, while you bullshitted
I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain
Motherfuckers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out
Niggas gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out
Get bout, with a brickhouse, with my dick out saying fuck ya
My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla
[Chorus]
[Mack 10]
It's for the ghetto and the gutter everytime I spit
For niggas that walk off that funkadelic shit
I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic
And let one off for the gangbang addicts
Cause I'm westside connected like a hand in the glove
And I'm the gangsta rap n
My Small Percent Shows Most Lyrics
Into the pill I go Would you save yourself? Still (Thrown at) your wish it (Wanna) like a (like a) Bit of (Pressure) (Pouring something) like them (Am I dope get some of my) Cigarettes It's like a, like a Like a..feeling I can Hair Like lemon several sickle like it.
igga that the D-Boys loveInto the pill I go Would you save yourself? Still (Thrown at) your wish it (Wanna) like a (like a) Bit of (Pressure) (Pouring something) like them (Am I dope get some of my) Cigarettes It's like a, like a Like a..feeling I can Hair Like lemon several sickle like it.
Hopped out braided and valetd in the front of the club
I hit the do' niggas speak, I hit em up with a dub
And even on the east coast, I rep Hoo Bangin
Iced out, creased khakis with a red flag hanging
Fin to bust a bitch to give head, that's eating the jaw
And if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoes
Get ya hood, ya polo, ya tribe, ya ?
And ain't no niggas in the game that can beat this group
Mack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim
We do the damn thang, and it's off the chain
To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH
Calling all cars, niggas look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Get toe start - 2x
[Chorus - 2x]
(*ad-libs*)