W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Worldwide Gunnin' Lyrics"
I've Got a Good Thing Going Lyrics
She swears there's nothing wrong, but something's missing She's never been much good at telling lies 'Cause you can hear the sound of leaving, if you listen This may be California, but Oklahoma's in her eyes (Chorus) I've got a good thing going It's plain to see she's tired of hanging on I've got a good thing going It's killi
She swears there's nothing wrong, but something's missing She's never been much good at telling lies 'Cause you can hear the sound of leaving, if you listen This may be California, but Oklahoma's in her eyes (Chorus) I've got a good thing going It's plain to see she's tired of hanging on I've got a good thing going It's killi
I can't take it no more
Fuck you niggas
Fuck you bitches
Fuck this rap shit
Nigga don't ask me for shit
I'm sick of all the cameras
Fuck all you scavengers
Punk ass record labels
Scandalous ass managers
I'll take this microphone and slam it
Bitch I ain't no rapper, hoe I'm the hoodsta wit the talent
Shaddy ass fuck I'll take that ass for the scrilla
Stab you in the neck wit a rusty pair of scissors
Tie your kids to your ankels, watch you sweat and quiver
Fuck you in the ass wit a coat hanger nigga
Wit no ?compression? for you groupies at all
I'll bite yo' nipples off and throw you in a tub of rubbin alcohol
Fuck all ya'll
My mado for 98
I'm lettin niggas have it
Mak
No Place to Go Lyrics
(Brett Warren/Brad Warren/Marc Jordan) Why you wearing that dress With your hair all down Are you meeting some friends Mind if I come Will you be home late Again tonight That nothing you’re doing Sure takes a long time Nobody jumps With no place to fall Nobody runs Before they can crawl When you walk out
in the finest bitches toss my salad(Brett Warren/Brad Warren/Marc Jordan) Why you wearing that dress With your hair all down Are you meeting some friends Mind if I come Will you be home late Again tonight That nothing you’re doing Sure takes a long time Nobody jumps With no place to fall Nobody runs Before they can crawl When you walk out
Salty nutts is all I'm givin
All heel the shadiest one that nigga Dub has arisen
Chorus:
Every world wide gunnin
Put yo' Zigs in air
When it comes to janky shit we runnin'
Hold that shit
Light that shit
Smoke it,
When it comes to puttin this ruggish shit down yo' I'm the locest
And to the bitches
Skinny bitches
Fat bithces
Big bitches thinkin ya'll could get wit this 9 inches
Outlastin me you must be jokin
Hoe I'll leave you on the floor bleedin wit yo pussy busted open
4 play's for suckers (spits loogy)
I'll spit a loogy in your pussy fuck you wit this dirty rubber
Ass cheaks get smacked, clapped, waxed and smacked
Fuck a bed I'm lea
Good Love Gone Bad Lyrics
Fourth of July the rain was pourin’ down on (??) town that evenin’ ‘Bout the time the fireworks hit the sky And you said Happy Independence day oh and by the way I’m leavin’ I didn’t know you could be so cut and dry So sad (so sad) Goodbye (goodbye) No rhyme no reason why It’s just Good love (good love) Gone bad (gone
vin carpet burns all on your backFourth of July the rain was pourin’ down on (??) town that evenin’ ‘Bout the time the fireworks hit the sky And you said Happy Independence day oh and by the way I’m leavin’ I didn’t know you could be so cut and dry So sad (so sad) Goodbye (goodbye) No rhyme no reason why It’s just Good love (good love) Gone bad (gone
You ain't ready for a pro you still a rookie
Bitch, me fuckin you is like stickin razor blades in your pussy
Big bitches I'm tackelin and dick stabbin I'm serious
I'm even runnin red lights diggin you on your period
Fuck a ?nigga? I'm talkin Motel 6
A tall can and a big black ashy dick
Let them other niggas treat you feed you take you home
I just wanna get a pee on and get up and I'm gone
Chorus: (2x)
Run niggas run
Niggas better strap up and pack up or get slapped cuz here I come (who)
The pussy banger dice slanger still janky
Jumpin out the Coupe wit a hand full of bloody fangers
And this bitch I'm strangelin
Heaters I'm swangin the barrel jumpin off
Cursed Nazarene Lyrics
Oh lasting foulness of betlehem, Hear the words of which we speak. Denying all your holy standards, In our veins flows blasphemy. Drive the nails deeper into thy hands. Press the thorns upon thy brow. Bring blood from the wounds of thy side. Cursed nazarene! Do nothing king! Oh infernal majesty, condemn him to the pit evermore,
H double O D S T A claimin and ya'll know I'm famousOh lasting foulness of betlehem, Hear the words of which we speak. Denying all your holy standards, In our veins flows blasphemy. Drive the nails deeper into thy hands. Press the thorns upon thy brow. Bring blood from the wounds of thy side. Cursed nazarene! Do nothing king! Oh infernal majesty, condemn him to the pit evermore,
To all you bitch politicians what's crackin?
I'll greet you all wit that duce finger thumb action
To all my enemies who wanna get close to me, choke me smoke me
I'll pray to the Lord you all eat shit and die slowly
You niggas can't fade me face it my shit bangs
When it comes to puttin this gangsta shit I comes to reign
Fuck this industry I run wit Tune's and CJ
Cuz 99.9% of you niggas is straight gay
One night here comes the hoodsta back up
And I clowns puttin the gunanunna runninunrunnin these niggas down
Chorus: (2x)
Uh, that's right
Fuck all ya'll
Bitch
Ya'll still can't fade it
WC (muthafucka)
Fuck all ya'll