W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Keep Hustlin' (featuring E-40 & Too $hort) Lyrics"
If I Wrote You a Song Lyrics
What if I wrote you a song, Some music from me to you? What if I spelled you some words? Would it ever mean much to you? If red and yellow flowers bloomed in the snow And I picked a love boquet for you, Would you spring-time smile and take me back Or would you winter-time frown and be through? And sure as the rain comes down And sure as the bird is free, If, baby, your love's not around, Then the wind can blow my life
What if I wrote you a song, Some music from me to you? What if I spelled you some words? Would it ever mean much to you? If red and yellow flowers bloomed in the snow And I picked a love boquet for you, Would you spring-time smile and take me back Or would you winter-time frown and be through? And sure as the rain comes down And sure as the bird is free, If, baby, your love's not around, Then the wind can blow my life
[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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Breakin' The Rules Lyrics
Breakin' the rules every time I hug and kiss you darling While you wear another's name If you're breakin' the rules in any kind of game you're playing reckless And taking chances just the same Can it be a sin to love you like I do And we'd just be called a pair of fools If it's so wrong to want to be with you my darling Then I guess I'll go on breakin' rules [ steel - fiddle ] Can it be a sin...
rankin CD slanger, ghetto Hall of FamerBreakin' the rules every time I hug and kiss you darling While you wear another's name If you're breakin' the rules in any kind of game you're playing reckless And taking chances just the same Can it be a sin to love you like I do And we'd just be called a pair of fools If it's so wrong to want to be with you my darling Then I guess I'll go on breakin' rules [ steel - fiddle ] Can it be a sin...
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
In Your Diary Lyrics
Oh girl , I want to stay around But you don't want to see You say I let you down Oh girl , it's such a tragedy But you don't want to see You say I let you down All those crazy long gone summer days we used to play All the memories holding me , I wanna be In your diary , oh , in your diary , ooh , in your diary , whoa You didn't mention , you didn't mention You didn't mention my name No mercy for the lonely ma
outcome, talkin bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"Oh girl , I want to stay around But you don't want to see You say I let you down Oh girl , it's such a tragedy But you don't want to see You say I let you down All those crazy long gone summer days we used to play All the memories holding me , I wanna be In your diary , oh , in your diary , ooh , in your diary , whoa You didn't mention , you didn't mention You didn't mention my name No mercy for the lonely ma
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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Werewolf The Apocalypse Lyrics
Everybody's got big hair Everybody's got big eyeballs Too Everybody wants to fight Vampires All night long! I said sing my song Drink some wine We'd all be fine If we do it all the time In chronos mode You're fucking huge! Werewolf: The Apocalypse I will roll My 10 sided die My 10 sided die My 10 sided die My 10 sided die My 10 sided die die die-die-die-die My 10 sided die My 10 sid
on my right smellin smokeEverybody's got big hair Everybody's got big eyeballs Too Everybody wants to fight Vampires All night long! I said sing my song Drink some wine We'd all be fine If we do it all the time In chronos mode You're fucking huge! Werewolf: The Apocalypse I will roll My 10 sided die My 10 sided die My 10 sided die My 10 sided die My 10 sided die die die-die-die-die My 10 sided die My 10 sid
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!