W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"West Up! (featuring Mack 10 & Ice Cube) Lyrics"
5 On 4 Lyrics
There’s no other a way to tell you/benefits aren’t all that life presents us/a lie from hell my friend/you’ll get yours in the end/we’ve come to teach you what it means/to take their innocence/let’s make this personal/cause there’s no other way/to settle our dispute outside of fighting/we don’t fight fair so please take notice/5 on 4/bats and knuckles/begging for mercy/you have mistaken what we’re here for/step up you losers/it’s time you
There’s no other a way to tell you/benefits aren’t all that life presents us/a lie from hell my friend/you’ll get yours in the end/we’ve come to teach you what it means/to take their innocence/let’s make this personal/cause there’s no other way/to settle our dispute outside of fighting/we don’t fight fair so please take notice/5 on 4/bats and knuckles/begging for mercy/you have mistaken what we’re here for/step up you losers/it’s time you
Intro: WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!!
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin up?
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube)
All you busta ass niggaz out there
I got my motherfuckin homeboys in the house ("Throwin up the W")
My nigga Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass niggaz
who trip, this how we do it nigga
Chorus: WC
Front back side to side
We be givin it up, till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have ta erupt
So motherfucker West Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse One: WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once again
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on them Dayton wires
Pump the bass, hit the switch
Cause Ic
All That Rots Lyrics
[music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath] [lyrics - Sean McGrath] [solo: "Funerary Feast on the Recently Deceased" by S.C. McGrath] [solo: "Manic Rottraphagia" L.d. Muerte] [solo: "Exfodiation of Pus Filled Stiffs for Total Gormandization" by S.C. McGrath] [solo: "Exhibiting the Trots from the Consumption of Rot" by L.d. Muerte] Wholly rotten, your body decayed Your husk a decom
e Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this b-i-itch[music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath] [lyrics - Sean McGrath] [solo: "Funerary Feast on the Recently Deceased" by S.C. McGrath] [solo: "Manic Rottraphagia" L.d. Muerte] [solo: "Exfodiation of Pus Filled Stiffs for Total Gormandization" by S.C. McGrath] [solo: "Exhibiting the Trots from the Consumption of Rot" by L.d. Muerte] Wholly rotten, your body decayed Your husk a decom
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my chest
Walkin with the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
Home of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my hood
West coast till the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so motherfucker West Up!
Verse Two: Mack 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you can't fuck wit deez
Ice Cubez and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three niggaz the new bosses
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, thought you knew how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, always on them thangs
forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't negl
Seasons Wither Lyrics
The taste of avenging blood Suffer horror she's with stood Disgust, the core of her soul The crime takes a new toll Rapes the soul Hear her pain Listen To what she'd scream I'm gonna see you bleeding Face down in the dirt I'm gonna give you back what You've taken with hurt You coward I'm gonna spit right into you face In grace you'll be no more This scar makes her heart stronger Your
ctThe taste of avenging blood Suffer horror she's with stood Disgust, the core of her soul The crime takes a new toll Rapes the soul Hear her pain Listen To what she'd scream I'm gonna see you bleeding Face down in the dirt I'm gonna give you back what You've taken with hurt You coward I'm gonna spit right into you face In grace you'll be no more This scar makes her heart stronger Your
Just respect and everything I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the bustas and snitches
Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you might need your locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga this West Up! for life
Chorus
Verse Three: Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the West coast rocks
No razor blades, in my mouth, just a glock
And I'm hittin you up, with that W-S
The sun, rises in the East, but it sets in the West
No gold teeth, you gets a wreath
So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies
Christmas day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a sleigh
We don't call it fi
Bring Back My Heart Lyrics
Bring back my heart You can't have it It is mine You can't have it I know I said For you to take it But you don't use it And I got none in return So find it amongst All the other broken ones It's probably somewhere near the top When we last hooked up I have no more blood Running through my veins You left There is only pain And I know you tried To cherish my love
ve-oh, we call it one timeBring back my heart You can't have it It is mine You can't have it I know I said For you to take it But you don't use it And I got none in return So find it amongst All the other broken ones It's probably somewhere near the top When we last hooked up I have no more blood Running through my veins You left There is only pain And I know you tried To cherish my love
It's my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One nine weighs a ton
How the fuck you think that the West was won?
Now shit can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and hundred spokes
In the East, we can be brothers
But when you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors
West Up! nigga
Chorus
Verse Four: WC
Give it up, give it up
Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin it down
So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city
Where niggaz caught slippin is left with they brains drippin
City of the Angels, more like a concrete jungle
full of macks Cadillacs and crack sacks
I pledge allegiance to the shit till I die
[Mack 10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it down from the WestSide
Chorus
WestSide!!!
("Throwin up the W")