W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Let's Make A Deal (featuring Gangsta & Lina) Lyrics"
And You Don't Stop Lyrics
Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'? Def Jam, knowumsayin'? Niggas like Method Man, Redman Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'? Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'? I don't need no introductions, Cat Whuuuuut I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts I'm sippin' off a
Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'? Def Jam, knowumsayin'? Niggas like Method Man, Redman Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'? Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'? I don't need no introductions, Cat Whuuuuut I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts I'm sippin' off a
(*spanish*)
Let's take a trip..
[WC]
Initiated, gang related a zig-zag litted
Straight homicider when I'm sick with it
I tank, feels the pain, pistols aim
Hands trimbling, cause I'm caught in the mix of the game
See I'm needing this nigga that got those
Mo' Chicken's to Roscoe's, plus a direct with the Delgatos
Throw a tree, 14-9 a ki, and if I double that
Then I can get 28 off me
Now the clue to the tax, I'm slapping on the amount
Breaking em down, letting the lil homies circle mouths for ounce
Gram for gram, touching all the fiends
Why not nigga, ain't that the american dream
The Rape Of Maude Bowen Lying in the brook she's naked Cold and dead, raped and broken Sweet Maude Bowen victim of a man Now at her side does lie her rapist Her mother's brother, cold as she is An avenging angel's arrow in his heart And the squire he does blame her With his lies h
Blow dope dough, and nigga fuck mo' hoes
Hey what can I say, it's the american way
I'm jacking for mill-i-ons, I'm loved from y'all to the Indians
From Columbus to the one time, they all corrupt
And they got Bush in office so nigga we all fucked
Look, I gotta eat, so nigga fuck being nice
Shiiit, I'm trying to ball like Reverand Pryce
Call my nigga Gangsta (what's happenin)
What's cracking nigga, where you at
[Gangsta]
I'm on deck in the Midwest, with some ghetto stars
In a suite with one of the homies in a rent-a-car
Fuck with me, we can all get blu
Before The Morning Sun Lyrics
Down, in the forest path When the night comes closer Air's full of magic When, elfgirls dancing Dancing in the circle I watch them from the bushes Down, in the forest path When night comes closer When the sun goes down Once, once again I will try to sleep Before the mornin
nted and fin hundredDown, in the forest path When the night comes closer Air's full of magic When, elfgirls dancing Dancing in the circle I watch them from the bushes Down, in the forest path When night comes closer When the sun goes down Once, once again I will try to sleep Before the mornin
Spoke sling-shots, and fitty cabs with ends on it
See, three or four hund, and a four month run
I got your back you got mine, till the deal get done
[Chorus: Lina - 2x]
Let's make a deal, time to take a trip (Quanto Questro)
Let's take a trip (what they going for)
[Gangsta]
I got fifty in your hand when you land, so get here
Stop and drop, you won't have to sit here
Niggas is lined up, so keep mine tough
Back and fourth in freight-line trucks
14-9, gotta X out the middle man
Find out how much they'll charge us to get him here
Check six-hund and a six month run
Rock 'N' Roll Is King Lyrics
Listen everybody let me tell you 'bout the rock 'n' roll Feel that rhythm and it's really gonna thrill your soul She said come along with me, to a land of make believe She said wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king She loves that rock 'n' roll and she plays it all night long That's al
Any nigga try to trip, whole shit get spunListen everybody let me tell you 'bout the rock 'n' roll Feel that rhythm and it's really gonna thrill your soul She said come along with me, to a land of make believe She said wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king She loves that rock 'n' roll and she plays it all night long That's al
Ain't nothing to it, but to do it (baby)
Staking paper to the ceiling like the (eighties)
Ask Anesto, Quanto Qeusto
Tell him that we got a hundred thous in a Benz or the Lexo
[WC]
La la la la la la la la
I'm about to catch me a homicide
[Gangsta]
Ah naw Dub, we done cracked him fo sho glove
We gone build up our trust, till they trust us with mo' drugs
Then, they gone wish they never knew us
Have em saying hathe pinche miatay, screw us
We called Anesto, at Texaco
Set up a meeting at Taco Mexico
(*talking*)
[Chorus]