W.C. Lyrics

W.C. Lyrics

"You Don't Work, U Don't Eat (featuring Ice Cube, MC Eiht & Jay Dee) Lyrics"

Girl I'm gonna get ya Lyrics
Girl, I've been watching you Wondering what's your name and could I get ya I'm hoping that you feel the same Baby what's on your mind Darlin' don't ya know it's the perfect time You know I'm gonna make you mine [Chorus:] Girl I'm gonna get ya You know I need you in my world You know I'm gonna get ya I'm begging you to be my girl Even though you might be scared I promise I'll be there Girl I'm gonna get ya, tonight Now, that we're all alone I'm lookin' in your eyes Can you see me Girl, this is no surprise I think I'm f

"This afternoon we want to talk about"
"Now I want you brothers to dig where we coming from"
[WC]
Five yers ago when I was in high school
No bills to pay, I used to say to myself "Life is cool"
I had a roof over my head and a part-time job
Slanging at OB's birdstand
Washington High was the school I attended
Til '87 graduation came and I wasn't with it
Kicked out the house at the age of 18
No money for college, mmm, how should I handle things?
I tried to go the so-called right way
And went to a JC but I wasn't getting paid
I'm working at a chicken stand now with the chicken
With a spring at the top of my hat getting clowned
I gotta pay my rent but my job ain't cutting it
So now I'm drinking gin saying "Here's my alternative"
To either keep doing what I'm doing, don't trip
Or go and buy gats y'all and come up on a grip
So like anybody else I went and bought a gun
Pulling burgs at night and now I'm counting my funds
Three times a day and I drive a coup on danas
Cruising through the alley bumping on "Hi" to players
Yo, you can say what you want but I was
Uncut Raw Lyrics
No need for Lato's, pure straight out Bolivia Peru, uncut baby, what? Life is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the juggle Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin It seems sickenin, but what? Whatever makes the pockets thickin Fuck police and no remorse for the beasts that's lost on the streets, that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece Some lost sheep, runnin thru strips, thinkin of top dealers Fillin Tek clips, wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas Shovin a stubnose
taught on the streets
That if a brother didn't work, then he didn't eat
"You don't work, you can't eat"
[Coolio]
Peep this, something kind if for weakness
Focus on the park and watch how I freak this
Subject for survival, got to stay alive
I gotta eat so I do or die
Not a full-time crook but I was born right
So if I want to eat, sometimes I got to jack
So jack I will and go get some presidents
A foot in the ground and the other on an oil slick
Money ain't everything but either is brokeness
Give me a knife cause I can't live off happiness
Once a brother said I can't work for the white kind
Standing on the corner in a soup line
Said he's too black, too strong, ain't done nothing yet
Waiting on the fifth for his government relief check
Humming and bumming, most hate to see him coming
And every first and 15th, these strongs on his life
But a hustle is a hustle and a meal is a meal
That's why I'm real and I ain't afraid to steal
Straight from the street, backed up by a funky beat
If you don't work, OG, then you don't eat
"You don't work, you can't eat" (Repeat 2x)
[Ice Cube]
Ay
Some Kind Of Wonderful Lyrics
I don't need a whole lots of money, I don't need a big fine car. I got everything that a man could want, I got more than I could ask for. I don't have to run around, I don't have to stay out all night. 'Cause I got me a sweet ... a sweet, lovin' woman, And she knows just how to treat me right. Well my baby, she's alright, Well my baby, she's clean out-of-sight. Don't you know that she's ... she's some kind of wonderful. She's some kind of wonderful ... yes she is, she's, She's some kind of wonderful, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhh ...
o, I want y'all to meet a nigga from the Lench Mob
He gaffled for his meals (McDonald's is my spot)
Ayo Jay Dee, kick some shit for the Maad Circle, G
[Jay Dee]
If you don't work, you don't eat, need I say more?
Cause I'm a kick my rhymes in abundant while you stay poor
Since I was 14 I raised myself
I built a roof over my head and then I went for self
I sold cooked-up rock, made my way through school
I'm not saying you should do it cause it ain't too cool
Kicking ???, playing to start your back
Talking about that bullshit prize, you slay me right?
And you other motherfuckers out here banging for change
Need to wise up and seek personal gain
Or maintain some type of pain
Cause they don't give away hot lunches out here in L.A.
Yo peace to the Dub and the Maad Circle
For giving me the chance to let the rhyme just flow
So you can (So you can either sell dope or get your ass a job)
Jay Dee (I'd rather roll with the Lench Mob)
"You don't work, you can't eat"
[MC Eiht]
Eiht is stepping from the city down under
And I'm robbing more punk fools blind like Stevie Wonder
Ain't no punching a clock, I ain
Wake The Snake Lyrics
Slither into your garden I got an apple waiting for a bite I lick my chops until the hammer drops you know that it just might im gonna spiral up higher wriggle up in the air its breaking out you cant break it down who said it would be fair? well i- Grind your fingers when youre hanging on the ledge how does it feel when your lifes about to end? im gonna keep it coming, baby - youll be next you can feel my fury - kiss the fatal fangs Tough enough to wake the snake? shake my rattle baby outta control wake the snake
't with it
For a quarter an hour I make the shit every minute
And please, don't even let me catch a brother slipping
He'll be short, shorter than short
With my hands around his troat
Fool, come off the chain and bracelet
I know it's wrong but face it
A brother like me won't win the lottery
Ain't no faking when it's time to bring home the bacon
Cause I was taught get what you're gonna get quick
And don't get gaffled in the mix
So I guess I'll keep stacking, breaking the law
Checking a fool, wrecking and breaking his jaw
Gyeah, that's life in the Compton streets
Homeboy you don't work, homeboy you don't eat
"You don't work, you can't eat"
[WC]
This record was put together by Jay Dee, Coolio, and the W
Eight, Chilly Chill, and DJ Crazy Toons
Sic brothers out to get paid cause
Nowadays you got to go for yourself or go broke
I'm living day by day cause you see the future ain't promised
So save that drama for your mama
And make sure you're out of my path when I'm on the creep tip
Or have your first name changed to R.I.P.
"You don't work, you can't eat" (Repeat 2x)