W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"The One Lyrics"
My Evil Twin Lyrics
Bob Corbin,Sam Weedman (Bro N' Sis Music, BMI; Sam Weedman Music, ASCAP) 1994 They're sayin' I got crazy last night Dancin' on tables, swingin' from the lights Makin' moves on every girl in the place I swear that wasn't me, it's a case of mistaken identity He's done it again, now I can't show my face That wasn't me, tha
Bob Corbin,Sam Weedman (Bro N' Sis Music, BMI; Sam Weedman Music, ASCAP) 1994 They're sayin' I got crazy last night Dancin' on tables, swingin' from the lights Makin' moves on every girl in the place I swear that wasn't me, it's a case of mistaken identity He's done it again, now I can't show my face That wasn't me, tha
Sing it
For the niggaz with the bumps
Bump, c'mon, ba-bump
Comin through the alley with a trunk full of funk
Nigga who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the days
Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing Changed
Ahh, stage left with the right angle even
We got the MAAD Circle in the house dis evenin
Get down, and ya don't quit
Yeah yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock this shit, rock it
Aight, check one one, peep the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck thumpin
Stick out your tongue motherfuckers I'm comin
Hardcore's the way that I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight I used
Really Hard Lyrics
To be loving when the knives are out Takes much courage and a mind without doubt I'm just some robot, wind up the clockwork jerk Trying to impress is the nature of my work And it's so hard to remain open If it's true, it can't be spoken Really hard Really hard Rhetoriticians think they're running this show
to flow for the crew Low ProTo be loving when the knives are out Takes much courage and a mind without doubt I'm just some robot, wind up the clockwork jerk Trying to impress is the nature of my work And it's so hard to remain open If it's true, it can't be spoken Really hard Really hard Rhetoriticians think they're running this show
A seven year vet still strong as malt liquor
So mirror mirror who's the motherfuckin nigga?
Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Now when I look in the mirror, what do I see?
Besides a shady-ass nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away think quick oh now, images start to click
I see your reflection, description young male holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Magic Johnson
Droppin my third album, back for more like Charles Bronson
Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em
Takin this so-called gangster rap to another level
The capital W to the motherfuckers C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean,
Immense Intense Suspense Lyrics
[instrumental]
aggin with my Turkish earring[instrumental]
Down with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin nigga
Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four track
Locked down for years now releasin myself
Lettin my testicles swing from right left left right then back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
Beast known to make you give your motherfuckin hood up
Cooler than a chollo, gettin my stroll on
Goin solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my logo
Bitches wasn't down now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps
SHAME Lyrics
The city's burning with desire High-heeled chicks turnin' tricks in a trance Pin-stripe zombies on fire Sayin' hey baby, here's a dime for a dance (out on the street) I see innocent faces in the rain (out on the street) I see make-up runnin' down from tears of pain Down the drain Shame Now mama tell it like
tighter than Leroy on Fame jeansThe city's burning with desire High-heeled chicks turnin' tricks in a trance Pin-stripe zombies on fire Sayin' hey baby, here's a dime for a dance (out on the street) I see innocent faces in the rain (out on the street) I see make-up runnin' down from tears of pain Down the drain Shame Now mama tell it like
But they gets nathin but dug out like a booger
Cause like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle back in time
And I can still remember when niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep down knowin I take all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you can't stop the reign
Here to reclaim the fame
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the middle
So who's the nigga, mirror mirror solve the riddle
Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Fuck that, I'm the one, shit
Horns...
Am I the flyest nigga?
Let it ride