W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Keep Hustlin' (featuring E-40 & Too $hort) Lyrics"
When the Morning Comes Lyrics
WHEN THE MORNING COMES Yesterday’s gone When the morning comes Keeping strong Everything you taught me Now I belong In the valley of the sun When the morning comes --I belong… And now I belong In the valley of the sun When the morning comes I will hold on to my seasons But then again I let ‘em go Can’t you see on the horizon What light breaks when it comes
WHEN THE MORNING COMES Yesterday’s gone When the morning comes Keeping strong Everything you taught me Now I belong In the valley of the sun When the morning comes --I belong… And now I belong In the valley of the sun When the morning comes I will hold on to my seasons But then again I let ‘em go Can’t you see on the horizon What light breaks when it comes
[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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Chattanooga Shoeshine Boy Lyrics
Chattanooga Shoeshine Boy Red Foley Have you ever passed the corner of 4th and Grand Where a little ball of rhythm has a shoeshine stand The people gather round and they clap their hands he's a great big bundle of joy He pops a boogie woogie rag, the Chattanooga shoeshine boy. He charges you a nickel just to shine one shoe He makes the oldest kind of leather look like new You feel as though you wanna dance when, he gets thro
rankin CD slanger, ghetto Hall of FamerChattanooga Shoeshine Boy Red Foley Have you ever passed the corner of 4th and Grand Where a little ball of rhythm has a shoeshine stand The people gather round and they clap their hands he's a great big bundle of joy He pops a boogie woogie rag, the Chattanooga shoeshine boy. He charges you a nickel just to shine one shoe He makes the oldest kind of leather look like new You feel as though you wanna dance when, he gets thro
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
High Hopes Lyrics
Writer(s): Cahn/Van Heusen Next time you're found, with your chin on the ground There a lot to be learned, so look around Just what makes that little old ant Think he'll move that rubber tree plant Anyone knows an ant, can't Move a rubber tree plant But he's got high hopes, he's got high hopes He's got high apple pie, in the sky hopes So any time you're gettin' low 'stead of lettin' go Just remember th
outcome, talkin bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"Writer(s): Cahn/Van Heusen Next time you're found, with your chin on the ground There a lot to be learned, so look around Just what makes that little old ant Think he'll move that rubber tree plant Anyone knows an ant, can't Move a rubber tree plant But he's got high hopes, he's got high hopes He's got high apple pie, in the sky hopes So any time you're gettin' low 'stead of lettin' go Just remember th
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?
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BLAME ME Lyrics
(Ronnie Scott/Steve Wolfe) Producers for Bonnie: David Mackay, Ronnie Scott, Steve Wolfe If you're wondering why the feeling's changed between us If I seem a little shaky when we kiss Oh, it ain't what it seems, you did nothing to spoil my dreams No, I'm the one who's let it all go wrong Blame me, for I was helplessly in love Just for a night I fell in love, I couldn't stop Blame me, I was so lost inside his arms Was so blin
on my right smellin smoke(Ronnie Scott/Steve Wolfe) Producers for Bonnie: David Mackay, Ronnie Scott, Steve Wolfe If you're wondering why the feeling's changed between us If I seem a little shaky when we kiss Oh, it ain't what it seems, you did nothing to spoil my dreams No, I'm the one who's let it all go wrong Blame me, for I was helplessly in love Just for a night I fell in love, I couldn't stop Blame me, I was so lost inside his arms Was so blin
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!