W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Fuckin' Wit Uh House Party Lyrics"
HELP SOMEBODY Lyrics
Maurice White, Donald Whitehead & Wade Flemons No man should have face to face His problems alone, alone, alone Reach out and help the weak man Make him strong, strong, strong Now I want to help somebody I'd like to help you, you, you Now don't that make you want to Help somebody too, too, too *The love you give Might help somebody live So give yourself Go out and help somebody else Your helping hand Will make you a better man Do wah, do way, let love prevail Reach out and help somebody Reach out and help somebod
Maurice White, Donald Whitehead & Wade Flemons No man should have face to face His problems alone, alone, alone Reach out and help the weak man Make him strong, strong, strong Now I want to help somebody I'd like to help you, you, you Now don't that make you want to Help somebody too, too, too *The love you give Might help somebody live So give yourself Go out and help somebody else Your helping hand Will make you a better man Do wah, do way, let love prevail Reach out and help somebody Reach out and help somebod
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!" (repeat 4X)
It all started on a Saturday night, I was at the Tilt
Faded off a eightball, when I got the phone call
I recognized the voice right off the bat
Octavia, a.k.a. the neighbor-hood-rat
I used to run up in her but I had to play broke
cause the bitch was known to twist mo' than hundred spokes
Talkin bout a party she was givin and niggaz was dippin
She wanted me and my crew to come through and
I couldn't find CJ, Toones was out of town
And Mack and Cube wasn't out nowhere to be found
And all that bendin solo shit, played out with Cooley High
Even in the movie Damon caught a black eye bitch!
Ain't no peace treaty motherfuckers is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many niggaz chosin
So what makes you think I'm comin out tonight hoe?
You must be on Triple D: Dick, Dope and Dynamite
She kept claimin that security was tight
And if I came, we'd both be comin tonight
So I jumped off my kizznouch, grabbed a coat and my coat
Picturin my dick all down this bitch throat
Loaded up my heater, took the black nina
Jumped in my rizzide, headed for the Westside
Rollin in the ri
Miss You Much Lyrics
Shot like an arrow through my heart That's the pain I feel I feel whenever we're apart Not to say that I'm in love with you But who's to say that I'm not I just know that it feels wrong, When I'm away too long It makes my body hot, so let me tell ya baby Chorus: I'll tell your mama, I'll tell your friends I'll tell anyone Whose heart can comprehend Send it in a letter baby Tell you on the phone I'm not the kinda girl Who likes to be alone I miss
gga with the naughtyShot like an arrow through my heart That's the pain I feel I feel whenever we're apart Not to say that I'm in love with you But who's to say that I'm not I just know that it feels wrong, When I'm away too long It makes my body hot, so let me tell ya baby Chorus: I'll tell your mama, I'll tell your friends I'll tell anyone Whose heart can comprehend Send it in a letter baby Tell you on the phone I'm not the kinda girl Who likes to be alone I miss
Bumpin "Flashlight" fool, headed for the party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuckin with house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't safe
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Kids don't try this at home
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
It's goin down, the music got the whole block blastin
And all I see is titties and bitches with big asses
I couldn't make it through, I had to go back
and park around the corner cause the street was packed
So now I'm bailin to the party, eyes damn near shut
Heater on my side, plus I'm high as fuck
Straight trippin off 40's, hoodrats and shit
With niggaz names tatted on they ankles and wrists
And all these Cutlasses next to empty bottles of Hennesey
An early indication of gangbangin activity
Got to the do', no security in sight
Just niggaz ridin on me, what that whoopty-woop like?
I felt like I straight mark, walkin in the house
Gettin punked by niggaz too young to get in Magic Mountain
So I rolled back on em, right on the spot
Told em, "Fuck your set!" That's when I heard the music stop
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The Buntaluffigus Lyrics
Who do you blame for what you've become? What excuse do you have to hide your own shame? What lies do you tell to mask your misfortunes? Who is at fault and who is to blame? You brought this upon yourself. You created your own personal hell You're responsible for the pit you've fallen into. You want a person to blame? That person is you. --You are whatever you make yourself to be, it's your own choice, do what you please. Create, eradicate the power is yours. Take responsibility for your internal wars.-- Don't give me excuses of a hard-lived life. You can choose to flee or you can choos
ot;Hey nigga what that stand for on your arm?"Who do you blame for what you've become? What excuse do you have to hide your own shame? What lies do you tell to mask your misfortunes? Who is at fault and who is to blame? You brought this upon yourself. You created your own personal hell You're responsible for the pit you've fallen into. You want a person to blame? That person is you. --You are whatever you make yourself to be, it's your own choice, do what you please. Create, eradicate the power is yours. Take responsibility for your internal wars.-- Don't give me excuses of a hard-lived life. You can choose to flee or you can choos
"Ni-niggaz havin cash"
"You mean niggaz havin a collision"
"Get that nigga!"
"Don't let that nigga fall!
Don't let him fall!"
Stretched out on the flo', gettin fucked up
All I saw was knucklehammers and bottom of niggaz Chuck's
Bitches screamin, "Kick that nigga ass for me!"
He's teemin on my dome, ain't no motherfuckin sympathy
I grabbed my heat and started dumpin, hit the back do'
scot free loc and who did I see?
Octavia, pussy wet, drunk on the ground
Passed out on her stomach with her pants hangin down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't no joke loc, fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Niggaz is gettin gunned down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, I don't know about where y'all from
but it ain't goin down where I'm from
Fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit is real, check it out
Woke up the next day, little cut on my arm
One on my eyes and head, more knots than Barry Vaughn
Called the hoe up and cussed her punk
Medley (Hesitation/ Strong Enough/ I Could Be The One) Lyrics
(HESITATION) Why the hesitation? Our God is ever-waiting Gotta stop procrastinating Can you feel me? Why the hesitation? You can pick your destination And the risk is so worth taking Can you hear me? (STRONG ENOUGH) Is He not strong enough? Is He not pure enough? To break me, pour me out, and start again? (I COULD BE THE ONE) I could be the One Somebody you're looking for I don't have much to give Lord, I'm ready And through you I could be the One Whatever you want me to do I will hold on to
ass out(HESITATION) Why the hesitation? Our God is ever-waiting Gotta stop procrastinating Can you feel me? Why the hesitation? You can pick your destination And the risk is so worth taking Can you hear me? (STRONG ENOUGH) Is He not strong enough? Is He not pure enough? To break me, pour me out, and start again? (I COULD BE THE ONE) I could be the One Somebody you're looking for I don't have much to give Lord, I'm ready And through you I could be the One Whatever you want me to do I will hold on to
She had the nerve to ask why a nigga turned the party out?
Nigga I scream on that bitch, I banged on that bitch
Nutted up on that bitch, hung up on the bitch
Stank-ass skank got niggaz crossin enemy lines
I should've stayed home and listened to my first mind
Cause now a nigga's layin down mad at the world
Lookin like the Elephant Man with a jheri curl
Sittin at killa King with forty-fo' stitches
Fuckin with these parties and these punk ass bitches
Fuck a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, youknowhatI'msayin? Fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} This shit is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ay Toones, tell these motherfuckers
Fuckin with a house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ain't nuttin but motherfuckin bandana swingin
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Y'all know what time it is
Bandana season loc, ha hah
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin with a house party!