W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Keep Hustlin' (featuring E-40 & Too $hort) Lyrics"
The Roadie Song Lyrics
(Aaron Neville) You know night after night these guys are setting up, hooking up, climbing past the sky. They don't really get no praise, so I wrote this song in honor of them, cuz without them there'd be no show. So get a roadie song, after all he ain't no bum Give a roadie a hand, he's really part of the band Get a roadie, get a roadie, get a roadie song Them speakers weigh a ton His work is never done So
(Aaron Neville) You know night after night these guys are setting up, hooking up, climbing past the sky. They don't really get no praise, so I wrote this song in honor of them, cuz without them there'd be no show. So get a roadie song, after all he ain't no bum Give a roadie a hand, he's really part of the band Get a roadie, get a roadie, get a roadie song Them speakers weigh a ton His work is never done So
[WC] Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
[E-40] BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
[WC] Dub Cya, nya!
[E-40] Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc?
[E-40] Whassupish weebelations?
[WC] $hort Dawg, we all hogs
[TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy
[E-40] We doin our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH!
Verse One: WC
Thinkin of a master plan
Cause ain't naytin but crumbs inside my hand
So I, hit the stick, leaves my residence
Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin this gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim, with a million dollar dream
of swervin 740 Beem's and count G's from money machines
My click trump tight, nigga we roll like dice
For the ten china whites seekin hustler paradise
Where you from, what's your name, motherfucker what you sayin?
Dub C still claimin that Maad Circle gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw breakin runnin the pavement
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CALIFORNIA SUN Lyrics
Well I'm going out west where I belong Where the days are short and nights are long And I'll walk and they'll walk I'll twist and they'll twist I'll shimmy and they'll shimmy I'll fly and they'll fly Yeah! Were out there havin' fun, in the warm california sun I'm going out west out on the coast All the california girls are really the most And I'll walk and they'll walk I'll twist and they'll twist I'll shimmy and
rankin CD slanger, ghetto Hall of FamerWell I'm going out west where I belong Where the days are short and nights are long And I'll walk and they'll walk I'll twist and they'll twist I'll shimmy and they'll shimmy I'll fly and they'll fly Yeah! Were out there havin' fun, in the warm california sun I'm going out west out on the coast All the california girls are really the most And I'll walk and they'll walk I'll twist and they'll twist I'll shimmy and
International resider worldwider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar with No Limit's like Master P
Found my glitch in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but still hustlin
Chorus: *unknown singers*
Keep hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin... droppin keys funk stackin weed shiftin
Keep hustlin -- true players play it all night long
Keep on hustlin... on and on
Verse Two: E-40
Check it out; Dub C ?the below? system
got ya ninjas dang near ready to put hands on ?PGA any man?
Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for turnin off my lights and gas, low on cash
Bad enough I gotta go next door to take a bath, ain't got no water
Plus I heard that the police department homicide division
wanna holla at me about a manslaughter
Triflin ass baby mama, she's a botch bitch think I'm rich
Don't know the
Oh Thank You Great Spirit Lyrics
Pulling myself out of a dead sleep With the impression of the dream still fresh in my mind Before I'm even awake, the words, the music were complete I woke up that mornin' Feelin' so rested and new My mind was clear of all the problems That been hasslin' my head I couldn't quite understand why I felt so fine I felt so free So beyond it all As I turned towards the bed I understood as it all came clear As I turn
outcome, talkin bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"Pulling myself out of a dead sleep With the impression of the dream still fresh in my mind Before I'm even awake, the words, the music were complete I woke up that mornin' Feelin' so rested and new My mind was clear of all the problems That been hasslin' my head I couldn't quite understand why I felt so fine I felt so free So beyond it all As I turned towards the bed I understood as it all came clear As I turn
I play ya like dick and bend a dick's dream how can I focus (hocus pocus)
When I'm famous as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice"
These rap videos gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin cute
knowin that we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Charlie Hustle
Knockin though, knock a hoe without a penny in my pocket
I don't come from much, so in order to do what I gotta do to survive
Tapes and CD's be my nine to five
Check it out, mathematics, paper rappamatics established
Long money, way before I signed for cabbage
Chorus
[E-40] Get your marbles main, get your paper ... glorify your paper route
Verse Three: Too $hort
Yeah
I'm comin from a fashion show, with a flashy hoe
Smokin indo from the Valle-jo
Like them 3rd Ward niggaz from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high, what you passin foe?
Top notch
Slow Dance Lyrics
(J. Lyon/S. Skinner) A warm breeze drifts across the window sill As moonlight slants through a night so still Oh I have held you in my dreams And how real it always seems You're standing barefoot in a white cotton dress As music murmurs softly in a sweet caress But if you'll take my hand we'll see Just how real a dream can be It all can be Slow dancing on the edge of heart Slow dancing adrift in the dark Ha
on my right smellin smoke(J. Lyon/S. Skinner) A warm breeze drifts across the window sill As moonlight slants through a night so still Oh I have held you in my dreams And how real it always seems You're standing barefoot in a white cotton dress As music murmurs softly in a sweet caress But if you'll take my hand we'll see Just how real a dream can be It all can be Slow dancing on the edge of heart Slow dancing adrift in the dark Ha
But she don't know about the hustlin that I did when I was broke
My best customers, real macks and G's
Dopefiend beats on the backstreets
Me and Freddie B sellin game
Custom made tapes with your name, you can't complain
I always been about the business, I ain't changed
As long as I'm in it, I'm stayin the same
Ghetto star, feelin the pavement
I'm always down to earth, tryin to get paid bitch
Ain't no secret, to what I'm doin
I got the game from Oakland so I came to this conclusion
Chorus
$hort Dawg, you know we players main
Get your money nigga
[E-40] E-40 get yo' paper main, get yo' change
[TS] You know $hort Dawg always get his scratch
[E-40] Dub C!
[TS] Nya! Nya!
[WC] You know I'm takin mine nya!
[E-40] Fssssssh, ahh, uhhhh, erytime up in they tall can face
Glorifyin our paper route, nonstop -- you know?
BEYOTCH!