W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Can't Hold Back (featuring Ice Cube) Lyrics"
Fire Girl Lyrics
I loved you when It was alright I'll love you when It all goes wrong I love you when My eyes are open I'll love you when My eyes are gone Fire girl-say you will I have no time To watch TV Yours is the face That interests me I loved you when You lost your raincoat I'll love you when You lose your fear Fire girl-say you will
Mm, mm, mm
[WC]
Aw Yeah
I'm wit this
It's me, the shadiest one
(Dub, callin' all dubs)
[Ice Cube]
Hot licks, hot licks
Comin' wit them hot licks, hot licks
Hit 'em wit them hot licks, hot licks
Rollin' with them hot licks
Hot licks
[WC]
Haters steppin to me, they wanna get some
But I'ma dub, yo, yo, you know the outcome
Another victory, they can't get wit' me
Smoke from the left so coupe it's all they ever see
I'm on the grind, I got's to get mine, loc
I been puttin' it down since the days of low pro, so
Why's everybody now hatin' on me? (why?)
Could it be I'm runnin' wit the dub SCG
Or is it that I'm countin my riches
Getting' my fingernails cleaned
And being braided by the finest bitches
Whateva the case you
Keep my name out yo mouth and slow down like loose ends
Cuz I wrote for gears, y'all
Came to 'fore I served all y'all
I deserve my R y'all
Dub C, the new leader of the pack
Wit' the brand new sack, and yo, I can't hold back
Chorus: Ice Cube
It ain't a problem that I can't fix,
And I can do it wit' yo bitch
So if you lookin' for trouble and you wanna feel muscle
All up against yo brain
It'll weigh those troubles down the drain
I said I'll weigh those troubles down the drain
(Bang, bang dub C!)
[WC]
Not just braggin', snippin', saggin'
Bang when I talk make the whole world c-walk
I wants a little, yeah nigga, no doubt
I put myself in this game, and I'm the only one can take me out
The 4 droppa wit the J
Still love the women with tats and C-sections
Protection, got my own bodyguard nigga
Fuck security, sleep wit my finga on the trigga
A street scholar, born into nada go riff-rockin' prada
To rockin' shows in the Dama Fleet collar (hoo hooooo!)
Never thought a rapper can be livin' like this
All I wanted was for real loc's to feel my shit
Paid dues, curb served, for what, connected?
Sometimes feared but I'm never disrespected
Get the cash and mash, drivin' for the meal ticket
Stretch and takin' work, we gon get it, I can't hold back
Chorus
Get up, get up, get up, now throw your hood in the air
Let me know you out there
Eastside, Westside, South and up North
If y'all respect mines then I will respect yours
From the crips to bloo
I'm down with any nigga that's down for makin' c-notes
Illegal, a dozen egos can't lie
I'm addicted to twistin fools for them birds that don't fly
cause real G's chase cheese and shake busters
Cut for one another motherfuckin' color
We quick to bring it, but ain't got time for the drama
I'm all about stackin' dollaz and swangin' Impalas
I got my money to make, niggaz a gank, yea to chase
Keys a takin', bottles of paint, pounds of flip, a bottle of steak
Nigga to drink, pepper the bank, hose the brake, goes the weight
Foez the cane, but it's over, finish this game, what's my name?
(scratching)
I'm, I'm, I'm a dub to the C
I'ma dub to the C
I'ma dub to the C
I'ma dub to the C
Chorus
Bang bang
Hoo Hoooo!
I loved you when It was alright I'll love you when It all goes wrong I love you when My eyes are open I'll love you when My eyes are gone Fire girl-say you will I have no time To watch TV Yours is the face That interests me I loved you when You lost your raincoat I'll love you when You lose your fear Fire girl-say you will
Mm, mm, mm
[WC]
Aw Yeah
I'm wit this
It's me, the shadiest one
(Dub, callin' all dubs)
[Ice Cube]
Hot licks, hot licks
Comin' wit them hot licks, hot licks
Hit 'em wit them hot licks, hot licks
Rollin' with them hot licks
Hot licks
[WC]
Haters steppin to me, they wanna get some
But I'ma dub, yo, yo, you know the outcome
Another victory, they can't get wit' me
Smoke from the left so coupe it's all they ever see
I'm on the grind, I got's to get mine, loc
I been puttin' it down since the days of low pro, so
Why's everybody now hatin' on me? (why?)
Could it be I'm runnin' wit the dub SCG
Or is it that I'm countin my riches
Getting' my fingernails cleaned
And being braided by the finest bitches
Whateva the case you
Spittin' Lyrics
Spittin' [E-40] Woke up in the A.M., toasted out of my cranium Gotta take a shit, took a dump in the Mediterranean Flushed the toilet, hit the shower Snatched a fit up out the clos' Miles of a '96 broom handle Hangin half-way out my drawers You niggas better feel me I got patrons to serve Nigga got to starts pay props will deserve Fuck my trunk I'm smob
need to back up off my BenzSpittin' [E-40] Woke up in the A.M., toasted out of my cranium Gotta take a shit, took a dump in the Mediterranean Flushed the toilet, hit the shower Snatched a fit up out the clos' Miles of a '96 broom handle Hangin half-way out my drawers You niggas better feel me I got patrons to serve Nigga got to starts pay props will deserve Fuck my trunk I'm smob
Keep my name out yo mouth and slow down like loose ends
Cuz I wrote for gears, y'all
Came to 'fore I served all y'all
I deserve my R y'all
Dub C, the new leader of the pack
Wit' the brand new sack, and yo, I can't hold back
Chorus: Ice Cube
It ain't a problem that I can't fix,
And I can do it wit' yo bitch
So if you lookin' for trouble and you wanna feel muscle
All up against yo brain
It'll weigh those troubles down the drain
I said I'll weigh those troubles down the drain
(Bang, bang dub C!)
[WC]
Not just braggin', snippin', saggin'
Bang when I talk make the whole world c-walk
I wants a little, yeah nigga, no doubt
I put myself in this game, and I'm the only one can take me out
The 4 droppa wit the J
Boom Boom Boogie Lyrics
Transcribed by: Primetime CHORUS Boom boom boogie jam up the boogie to the rhythm, to the boogie to beat what you hear is not a test i'm trying to move your feet we got a posse on the east an a posse on the west but you never did a rough like me we got a posse on the north an a posse on the south but you never did a sound like me Flip flop girls de
ocelyn complexionTranscribed by: Primetime CHORUS Boom boom boogie jam up the boogie to the rhythm, to the boogie to beat what you hear is not a test i'm trying to move your feet we got a posse on the east an a posse on the west but you never did a rough like me we got a posse on the north an a posse on the south but you never did a sound like me Flip flop girls de
Still love the women with tats and C-sections
Protection, got my own bodyguard nigga
Fuck security, sleep wit my finga on the trigga
A street scholar, born into nada go riff-rockin' prada
To rockin' shows in the Dama Fleet collar (hoo hooooo!)
Never thought a rapper can be livin' like this
All I wanted was for real loc's to feel my shit
Paid dues, curb served, for what, connected?
Sometimes feared but I'm never disrespected
Get the cash and mash, drivin' for the meal ticket
Stretch and takin' work, we gon get it, I can't hold back
Chorus
Get up, get up, get up, now throw your hood in the air
Let me know you out there
Eastside, Westside, South and up North
If y'all respect mines then I will respect yours
From the crips to bloo
Brothers of the Southland Lyrics
(Paul/Robbins/Peterik) From the hills they came From backwoods without a name Carrying their guitars and a heart full of southern soul Down the dusty roads of Caroline The Tucker boys were friends of mine They echoed through the lonely pines Running down the road And the day the Caldwells died Before the rugged cross we cried A voice from deep inside Sa
ds to latinos (Paul/Robbins/Peterik) From the hills they came From backwoods without a name Carrying their guitars and a heart full of southern soul Down the dusty roads of Caroline The Tucker boys were friends of mine They echoed through the lonely pines Running down the road And the day the Caldwells died Before the rugged cross we cried A voice from deep inside Sa
I'm down with any nigga that's down for makin' c-notes
Illegal, a dozen egos can't lie
I'm addicted to twistin fools for them birds that don't fly
cause real G's chase cheese and shake busters
Cut for one another motherfuckin' color
We quick to bring it, but ain't got time for the drama
I'm all about stackin' dollaz and swangin' Impalas
I got my money to make, niggaz a gank, yea to chase
Keys a takin', bottles of paint, pounds of flip, a bottle of steak
Nigga to drink, pepper the bank, hose the brake, goes the weight
Foez the cane, but it's over, finish this game, what's my name?
(scratching)
I'm, I'm, I'm a dub to the C
I'ma dub to the C
I'ma dub to the C
I'ma dub to the C
Chorus
Bang bang
Hoo Hoooo!