W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Quick Way Out Lyrics"
Lowlands Lyrics
I saddled me a wounded priest Rode him wet through this August heat I took me a German bride all empty and bloody inside in the dark I heard a thief he stole my money and my grief in the morning I wanted to die the doctor cut me the lawyer lied stop yer waiting and just go don't be saying what you don't know for the lowlands I am bound where my pale bride will be found
I saddled me a wounded priest Rode him wet through this August heat I took me a German bride all empty and bloody inside in the dark I heard a thief he stole my money and my grief in the morning I wanted to die the doctor cut me the lawyer lied stop yer waiting and just go don't be saying what you don't know for the lowlands I am bound where my pale bride will be found
[W.C.]
Down on my motherfuckin luck
Hangin at the park, shootin dice, and I just got.. bucked
And now I'm mad cause I'm broke as hell
Cause a nigga's unemployed plus I just got out of jail
So now I gotta come up on a lick
but the lick that I hit can't be no bullllllshit
So now I gotta call up my nigga
My nigga Ty, yeah, my homey from Wakeside
Yo nigga whassup? I need a lick
He told me to trip, he knew this fool up on 75th
who had a safe and a whole lot of yea
Two six-fours and a ragtop sittin on them thangs
He said this motherfucker was worth ten mill'
I said, "Cool then it's a done deal"
Went to the pad and grabbed the black ski-mask
Put it on tight so nobody could see my ass
So now I got the mac with the teller
just in case these motherfuckers wanna play Goodfellas
Called up the crew; aiy Coolio
This motherfucker said he knew this nigga with some loot
[C:] So what's it gonna be, jack kidn
Cresent City Lyrics
Doug Atwell fiddle Donald Lindley drums John Ciambotti bass Gurf Morlix guitar Richard Bennett acoustic guitar Jimn Lauderdale harmony Pat Quinn harmony Skip Edwards keyboards Everybody's had a few Now they're talking about who knows who I'm going back to the Crescent City Where everything's still the same This town has said what it has to say Now I'm after that back highway And the longest bridge I've
ap or rape?Doug Atwell fiddle Donald Lindley drums John Ciambotti bass Gurf Morlix guitar Richard Bennett acoustic guitar Jimn Lauderdale harmony Pat Quinn harmony Skip Edwards keyboards Everybody's had a few Now they're talking about who knows who I'm going back to the Crescent City Where everything's still the same This town has said what it has to say Now I'm after that back highway And the longest bridge I've
Nawww motherfucker just murder and a take
[C:] Cool, then set it up
Aight nigga here I come
Hung up the phone went to my room and I grabbed another gun
Slapped on my khakis, I'm gone
Went outside and jumped in the bucket, motherfucker it's on yeah
Three-wheel motion, throwin up the M
Nigga Dana Dane's what I call my rims
Scooped up Cool', now we in pursuit
Two niggaz with a plan to get some loot
Hit the one-ten on my way to my homeboy's house
Lookin for a quick way out, nigga
{*scratching*}
So now we at my nigga Ty house
Cookin up a plan on the best way to take this nigga out
Just got out of Quentin for a caper
and I don't wanna go back so motherfucker put it on paper
[C:] And no sooner than we got the info
I shot the nigga in the head with the fo'-fo'
I grabbed my mac when the motherfucker hit the flo'
God damn Coolio, what you shoot him fo'?
[C:] Look, I know you and you know me
That's the way I like it That's the way I want it That's the way I like it And that's the way I want it I'm a dumb ass I go too fast When I shouldn't be moving at all I know I'm the last And your only chance At having something meaningful I wont ever be tricked into thinking that she loves me Because no one does and no one will I wont ever be tricked into thinking that she loves me Because no one does and no one will And that's the way I
Who's that nigga?
That was my homeboy nigga!
[C:] Yo fuck that nigga! WE CAN GET BIGGER!
So now we on our way to get paid
Rollin in a fucked up van with taped up license plates
Took the back way through the alley
And now we're sweatin cause we just took a hit from the wet daddy
[C:] Got out the van, hit the back gate
Everything's goin according to plan
I had the front and Dub had the back
I had the fo'-fo' and he had the mac
Now we runnin through the house like motherfuckin SWAT
and if anything move it's gonna get popped
Awwwww, there go the nigga that we lookin for
Fool, GET YO' MOTHERFUCKIN ASS ON THE FLO'
[C:] Now he's bound and gagged with duct tape
Dub, I got the motherfuckin safe
BAY-BAYYYY!
[C:] Jumped in the van and now we rollin
And I'm trippin off this fat-ass grip that I'm holdin
And the nigga, huh, don't worry about him
Took the c
Dead Things On The Side Of The Road Make Me Laugh Lyrics
As I was driving along The other day I saw a dead thing On the side of the street It wasn't mangled Or bloody, or anything Just kind of layin' there Holding up its feet And that made me laugh It really made me laugh I got to thinking About that dead thing A couple of questions Ran through my mind Like, where was it going to What was on the other side What was he thinking when he Got hit and died A
ombination and the yea and I shot himAs I was driving along The other day I saw a dead thing On the side of the street It wasn't mangled Or bloody, or anything Just kind of layin' there Holding up its feet And that made me laugh It really made me laugh I got to thinking About that dead thing A couple of questions Ran through my mind Like, where was it going to What was on the other side What was he thinking when he Got hit and died A
We got the loot and now we in route
to get a motherfuckin drink and knock some boots
Big money big trout ain't no doubt
I'm lookin for a quick way out, motherfucker!
{*tires peel, instrumental interlude*}
[W.C.]
So now we on our way to the spot
A bucket full of ducats to drop before the streets get hot
But little did we know that the nigga we smoked
had some homies in the cut, sittin in the six-fo'
So now we gettin chased by some niggaz in the cut
but I bet this mac'll make they ass stay back
Hit up the gat, damn my shit is jammed
Good thing a nigga had a backup plan
But it's too late to grab the extra gat
Burnin rubber in the bucket and we cracked
[C:] So we jumped out the van and no matter what the cost
we had our mind set on sendin niggaz to Harris and Ross
But this time a nigga wasn't color blind
Fucked around and got smoked at the end of the crime