W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Dress Code Lyrics"
Native Land Lyrics
When it comes and you get the very shudder And maybe you were not so much being like the other So get in line you’re losing time Don’t burn golden eagles just to feel sublime It’s like a liquor store I don’t live here anymore Just flying a kite that’s out of sight Except you see I’m innocent It’s not my fault I live in a vault I lost my glasses and it’s time to run Into summer setting sun The native land is revolution It’s got my Mississippi attention
When it comes and you get the very shudder And maybe you were not so much being like the other So get in line you’re losing time Don’t burn golden eagles just to feel sublime It’s like a liquor store I don’t live here anymore Just flying a kite that’s out of sight Except you see I’m innocent It’s not my fault I live in a vault I lost my glasses and it’s time to run Into summer setting sun The native land is revolution It’s got my Mississippi attention
[ VERSE 1: W.C. ]
You know what's makin me mad?
Day after day I'm catchin all of this slack
Seems you gotta wear a suit, unlesss you wanna jacked
Cause in the '90s, y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs
Where if you ain't wearin a three-piece suit, you gotta gangbang
I walked in a rest', bout to order, and
People starin like a had manure on my pants
Grabbin they purse, checkin they wallets in the back
And thinkin I'ma rob em, cause I'm in all black
Yo, my Curduroys are cuffed with a crease down the middle
Snakeskin around my waist, so my pants hang a little
But I don't deal the package of crack
So what's the reason for the dirty looks?
Yo, check my name in your books
Seem like everytime I slap on my Starter cap
And step for a breath of fresh air
I end up fillin up a questionnaire
'What's your name?' 'Where you're goin?' 'Yo, what gang are you from?'
They tell me, "Don't get smart", and so I play dumb
Cause when I tell em where I stay, it doesn't get better
Beasts From The East Lyrics
(Mr.Cheeks) Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass I pack a .380 in my stash for protection family deranged, the world is acting crazed I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic when I scrambled on point like a knife I'm living life as a gamble living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is rotten to all my niggas rest in peace, see you gone but not forgotten now my main wifey, dead as shady chicks, off
Live in South Central, they assume you got a jail record(Mr.Cheeks) Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass I pack a .380 in my stash for protection family deranged, the world is acting crazed I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic when I scrambled on point like a knife I'm living life as a gamble living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is rotten to all my niggas rest in peace, see you gone but not forgotten now my main wifey, dead as shady chicks, off
A stereotypical attitude
That if you look like me, you gotta run with a crew
Cause when I step upon the scene everybody's gettin petrol
No matter what the color (What's up?)
I'm gettin sweated for my dress code
(Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps)
(That's why) (they dress just like) (suckers)
(Ha?) (suckers) (What?) (suckers)
[ VERSE 2 ]
[ W.C. ]
What is this, a prison? I'm buggin off the way that I'm livin
Seems everywhere I turn I'm assumin the position
At school I'm gettin tired of hearin the same old thing
Here come the rickety security, sweatin me for my earring
I don't carry a gun, though they consider me a threat
I guess I got em scared by the way that I dress
Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or Penny's
So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's
So what you're tellin me, is now I'm a crook
Who wrote the book on how a kid in my position's supposed to look?
[ Coolio ]
Get m
Lo Rida Lyrics
NORE: yeah, it's like 2:30 in the morning, just left the club, about to go to the after-hour, after-hour spot, ya gotta dig that, over there, over there, ya know how we do it. get my lo rida, hit some switches, yeah, yeah, any highway from here to you, ya know what i mean? we gonna ride. eamon, let's ride, eamon, yeah, ya know what i'm sayin, let's ride, lo rida, come on! EAMON: feelin high, gotta ride it, i take routes to ease my life and there's no doubt i test my life, still i, i step back, step back, and let the
a fade and a pair of tight pantsNORE: yeah, it's like 2:30 in the morning, just left the club, about to go to the after-hour, after-hour spot, ya gotta dig that, over there, over there, ya know how we do it. get my lo rida, hit some switches, yeah, yeah, any highway from here to you, ya know what i mean? we gonna ride. eamon, let's ride, eamon, yeah, ya know what i'm sayin, let's ride, lo rida, come on! EAMON: feelin high, gotta ride it, i take routes to ease my life and there's no doubt i test my life, still i, i step back, step back, and let the
I get a chance with the girls who wouldn't give me a glance
A big funny lookin hat just to cover my naps
A pair of patten leather shoes might keep me out of scraps
If I made that turn, it might save me some trouble
But I gotta watch my back, on the alert for a squabble
'Don't go here, don't go there,' brothers comin up missin
Got a pocket full of money, and I'm still getttin dissed
Cause it's a scam or a phase of my life that I'm goin through
If you dress like me, you gotta run with a crew
I'm tickin like a timebomb, ready to explode
Even in my frontyard (What's up)
I'm gettin sweated for my dress code
(Alright, fellas
No tennis shoes, no hats, no khakis, alright?)
[ VERSE 3: W.C. ]
Let's take a trip to the club scene (somebody tell me what's goin on)
You gotta wear a silk shirt just to dance to a funky song
Bouncers makin enemies for minimum wage
But they're the first ones to run when the club gets sprayed
Don't wanna let me in, because I'm weari
Generation Lyrics
Many generation have passed away Fighting for the same cause, we fight for Today Now some people say when will it happen And that's what they say, now let us tell Them something My generation will make the change, wi Hafe bring it come This generation will make the change How could I dream that this will go on For more many years, until a kid become a Man Fighting for freedom, oh it's a deadly Thing And trying to get away from reality is Dangerous My
n my beeperMany generation have passed away Fighting for the same cause, we fight for Today Now some people say when will it happen And that's what they say, now let us tell Them something My generation will make the change, wi Hafe bring it come This generation will make the change How could I dream that this will go on For more many years, until a kid become a Man Fighting for freedom, oh it's a deadly Thing And trying to get away from reality is Dangerous My
And if you're sportin gold, then you gotta be a dope dealer
(I paid 17.50 to hear a funky rhyme flow
And they're sweatin at the do' like I just entered a fashion show)
Yo, they put a curfew on Westwood, to keep me in my neighborhood
My hat's to the back, so I must be up to no good
(I got a jacket on my back for the fact that I rap
And they heard I was from Compton, so they ran they pennies back)
Scared of me for what, no, I don't wear tux
And if I ever got a Grammy, man, I'd bail in some Chuck
Tailors to show the whole world it's alright to be yourself
Should I change the way I dress, so I can look like the rest?
Wearin red, black and green, but they don't know what it means
Put on a African medaillon, now they're down with the team
Perpatratin for a click, first they wouldn't, now they switched
But they ain't gettin rich (Ain't that a bitch?)
Go strike a G.Q. pose, I got soul in my stroll
So they ban my video (For what?)
Cause they didn't like my dress code