W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Paper Trippin' (featuring Nate Dogg) Lyrics"
Stand My Ground Lyrics
My feet and hands are tied again I can't escape my fear again I'm trying all I can just to step away But it's never quite as easy, or that simple Temptation beats the better man every single time Crash and burn The ride of my life is going down But I will stay here and stand my ground I now longer want this with or without you I will stand my ground, you're left to look a fool
[WC]
Uhh, yeah! What's crackin y'all? Dub C
Still chasin this cheese, puttin it down
Whassup Nate?
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (dem dolla dolla dollars)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need (we rider rider riders)
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (yeah, yeah)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need
[WC]
Check it out
What they hittin fo'? Look I'm sick of all this chattin
Bullshit rappin, let's really get it a-crackin
Y'all niggaz ain't ready fo' a nigga that's gettin paper
Foe scraper, dice shaker, the white, Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang ambassador, givin it up back at'c
Off brand assassin-er, jackin for figures c'mon
Totalled up a rock, with a repetitive offender
The purple tinter, the big spender
The realest nigga you know, smellin like doe doe and Pruno
Sick with the flow, swangin low-lows and Harleys
Gather the guests at my mansions and throw my parole parties
Ex criminal turned corporate; elevated my game to worldwide nation
Tippin on paper trippin nia
[Chorus]
[WC]
Big beans or big wings or big screens
Befo' y'all stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams
I throw the dice, close my eyes and rich roll 'em
Take my handkerchief and fold 'em, y'all know the slogan
Riders don't worry multiply shift gears
Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high
The bigger the lick the bigger the hit to cash it all
So whether the
Wood grains and chrome frames the mode is hang
A trick that won't sang, transported dem thangs
Fuck the pain, give me a label ain't shit funny
Look I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor Cohen's money
Get the Neville's money and blow doja with my stash on rich
And get my dick licked by the baddest bitch
Fade ya, real boy major with tough shit they ain't got
like three-way pagers, nigga I'm paper trippin
[Chorus]
[Nate Dogg]
Paper is all.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. I need
[WC]
Testin testin, broadcastin live
All day unleaded'll go fo' forty-nine
No garbage no cut, just the bomb pow-wow
Gots to get my hands on that new body style
Floss all y
A rugged nigga smokin on a cigarette butt
Mashin and I ain't lettin the pedal up
Cause all these songs on my radio ain't ghetto enough
Shutted 'em up with the tank in the cut, I'm sweated to bust
Dub C'zy, fo'ever, gettin 'em up
Hands down I'm the motherfuckin man
Who else could take a gang hop and turn it to a national dance
Givin the fans a glance of a rider saggin his pants
with my rag on my cane standin in a penguin stance, nigga
Worldwidin, ridin, collidin
Fool it's sincerely yours the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin
[Chorus]
[WC]
Dub C, ghetto extrordinaire, hood fabulous
Comin through with fingers in the air
Y'all know what time it is
[Nate] Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's
[WC] Dem dolla dolla dollars
My feet and hands are tied again I can't escape my fear again I'm trying all I can just to step away But it's never quite as easy, or that simple Temptation beats the better man every single time Crash and burn The ride of my life is going down But I will stay here and stand my ground I now longer want this with or without you I will stand my ground, you're left to look a fool
[WC]
Uhh, yeah! What's crackin y'all? Dub C
Still chasin this cheese, puttin it down
Whassup Nate?
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (dem dolla dolla dollars)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need (we rider rider riders)
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (yeah, yeah)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need
[WC]
Check it out
What they hittin fo'? Look I'm sick of all this chattin
Bullshit rappin, let's really get it a-crackin
Y'all niggaz ain't ready fo' a nigga that's gettin paper
Foe scraper, dice shaker, the white, Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang ambassador, givin it up back at'c
Killing Tool Lyrics
Bright headlines used as a calming injection. In the mirror of lies I see the reflection Of buried thoughts and stolen freedom The absorbed struggle of the human race This killing tool in this reign of control All the miseries of this rotten life In blood their baptised with poisoned words Truth once so pure has been deleted And all curse of history has been neglected This killing tool in this r
ha blastin yaBright headlines used as a calming injection. In the mirror of lies I see the reflection Of buried thoughts and stolen freedom The absorbed struggle of the human race This killing tool in this reign of control All the miseries of this rotten life In blood their baptised with poisoned words Truth once so pure has been deleted And all curse of history has been neglected This killing tool in this r
Off brand assassin-er, jackin for figures c'mon
Totalled up a rock, with a repetitive offender
The purple tinter, the big spender
The realest nigga you know, smellin like doe doe and Pruno
Sick with the flow, swangin low-lows and Harleys
Gather the guests at my mansions and throw my parole parties
Ex criminal turned corporate; elevated my game to worldwide nation
Tippin on paper trippin nia
[Chorus]
[WC]
Big beans or big wings or big screens
Befo' y'all stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams
I throw the dice, close my eyes and rich roll 'em
Take my handkerchief and fold 'em, y'all know the slogan
Riders don't worry multiply shift gears
Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high
The bigger the lick the bigger the hit to cash it all
So whether the
Nightmare Lyrics
Written by Bob Welch and J. Carter. Have you every had nightmares every night We'll it's been that way since you came around I'm trying to fight this feeling down Cause all of my dreams are about you now What kind of curse make me what you so Just a need of you that I can't let go Oh how it's strange what a nightmare can put you through (chorus) Yeah it's t
y ready or not I'm snatchin it allWritten by Bob Welch and J. Carter. Have you every had nightmares every night We'll it's been that way since you came around I'm trying to fight this feeling down Cause all of my dreams are about you now What kind of curse make me what you so Just a need of you that I can't let go Oh how it's strange what a nightmare can put you through (chorus) Yeah it's t
Wood grains and chrome frames the mode is hang
A trick that won't sang, transported dem thangs
Fuck the pain, give me a label ain't shit funny
Look I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor Cohen's money
Get the Neville's money and blow doja with my stash on rich
And get my dick licked by the baddest bitch
Fade ya, real boy major with tough shit they ain't got
like three-way pagers, nigga I'm paper trippin
[Chorus]
[Nate Dogg]
Paper is all.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. I need
[WC]
Testin testin, broadcastin live
All day unleaded'll go fo' forty-nine
No garbage no cut, just the bomb pow-wow
Gots to get my hands on that new body style
Floss all y
Stand Lyrics
Written By Rebecca St. James and Reggie Hamm There is a time for healing There's a time for all purposes under the sun There's a time for laughter There's a time to let go and a time to hold on So we are here, but why are we waiting Why are we acting like dead men walking The time has arrived For us to arise Joining our hands united together This is our time to
ou nigga, toss liquor upWritten By Rebecca St. James and Reggie Hamm There is a time for healing There's a time for all purposes under the sun There's a time for laughter There's a time to let go and a time to hold on So we are here, but why are we waiting Why are we acting like dead men walking The time has arrived For us to arise Joining our hands united together This is our time to
A rugged nigga smokin on a cigarette butt
Mashin and I ain't lettin the pedal up
Cause all these songs on my radio ain't ghetto enough
Shutted 'em up with the tank in the cut, I'm sweated to bust
Dub C'zy, fo'ever, gettin 'em up
Hands down I'm the motherfuckin man
Who else could take a gang hop and turn it to a national dance
Givin the fans a glance of a rider saggin his pants
with my rag on my cane standin in a penguin stance, nigga
Worldwidin, ridin, collidin
Fool it's sincerely yours the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin
[Chorus]
[WC]
Dub C, ghetto extrordinaire, hood fabulous
Comin through with fingers in the air
Y'all know what time it is
[Nate] Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's
[WC] Dem dolla dolla dollars