W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Fuckin' Wit Uh House Party Lyrics"
I Still Believe In Love Lyrics
I've been walked on looked through laughed at lied to I've been stripped of all my feelin's and what little pride I've got But I still believe in love believe it or not I've been pushed aside unsatisfied I've tried and I've cried I've given and I've taken and I've hurt an awful lot But I still believe in love believe it or not I still believe that somewhere there's a woman I can gently put my arms around And kiss her lips and thrill her When I tell her she's the greatest thing I've ever found I still believe that I can offer some girl something she has never know
I've been walked on looked through laughed at lied to I've been stripped of all my feelin's and what little pride I've got But I still believe in love believe it or not I've been pushed aside unsatisfied I've tried and I've cried I've given and I've taken and I've hurt an awful lot But I still believe in love believe it or not I still believe that somewhere there's a woman I can gently put my arms around And kiss her lips and thrill her When I tell her she's the greatest thing I've ever found I still believe that I can offer some girl something she has never know
"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
Dishonesty Lyrics
I, I think I wrote you yesterday It makes no difference anyway Maybe I should inhale the steam Maybe you drown me in this dream If I can take you home tonight I promise you we don't have to fight Survival is secondary to Havin' it all again with you All of my days All of my days are turning blue All of my days I wait and wonder Dishonesty Your every word eats up a small part of me I know your game and I just can't get enough I don't wanna work it out I don't wanna work it out With you All, all of the monkeys in
gga with the naughtyI, I think I wrote you yesterday It makes no difference anyway Maybe I should inhale the steam Maybe you drown me in this dream If I can take you home tonight I promise you we don't have to fight Survival is secondary to Havin' it all again with you All of my days All of my days are turning blue All of my days I wait and wonder Dishonesty Your every word eats up a small part of me I know your game and I just can't get enough I don't wanna work it out I don't wanna work it out With you All, all of the monkeys in
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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Honey Man Lyrics
Well I wish I was your sweet little honey man, Just a hanging 'round the rising sun, You know you can't hold out against a boy who's A whiskey fast and a honey slow; I wish I was, I wish I was your, I wish I was your honey man, I wish I was your, sweet little honey man; And when the bee's inside the hive, You gonna holler in the thick of love, I'll buy you all the jag I can, This honey man's gonna' sting you again; A when I come a home to you honey, Oh, your little eyes never flicker, I wished I was that cool, And then your love just a w
ot;Hey nigga what that stand for on your arm?"Well I wish I was your sweet little honey man, Just a hanging 'round the rising sun, You know you can't hold out against a boy who's A whiskey fast and a honey slow; I wish I was, I wish I was your, I wish I was your honey man, I wish I was your, sweet little honey man; And when the bee's inside the hive, You gonna holler in the thick of love, I'll buy you all the jag I can, This honey man's gonna' sting you again; A when I come a home to you honey, Oh, your little eyes never flicker, I wished I was that cool, And then your love just a w
"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
There Is No Radio Lyrics
Like being locked out of the house without a key I turn the radio on and there's nothing that appeals to me Top 40 double shots well I say fuck the lot You've got the brains of a corpse so go away and rot Nostalgic wannabees who live for yesterday What should I have for lunch not what should I play You're just about at the end of the road, the road, the road Turn the dial from left to right Flick the switch to find the light Turn the dial from left to right Flick the switch to find the light There is no radio transition overload Wh
ass outLike being locked out of the house without a key I turn the radio on and there's nothing that appeals to me Top 40 double shots well I say fuck the lot You've got the brains of a corpse so go away and rot Nostalgic wannabees who live for yesterday What should I have for lunch not what should I play You're just about at the end of the road, the road, the road Turn the dial from left to right Flick the switch to find the light Turn the dial from left to right Flick the switch to find the light There is no radio transition overload Wh
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!