W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Paper Trippin' (featuring Nate Dogg) Lyrics"
For They Shall Be Slain Lyrics
Cursed are the lambs of god For they shall be bled - Whiter than the whitest snow Christ is dead Ancient lies - time to die Cursed are the slaves of Islam For they shall be slain Religion of the lowest minds Allah is dead Ancient lies - time to die Eternally their eyes shall bleed For they shall be torn out Vassals of a blind belief Ancient dead Ancient lies -
Cursed are the lambs of god For they shall be bled - Whiter than the whitest snow Christ is dead Ancient lies - time to die Cursed are the slaves of Islam For they shall be slain Religion of the lowest minds Allah is dead Ancient lies - time to die Eternally their eyes shall bleed For they shall be torn out Vassals of a blind belief Ancient dead Ancient lies -
[WC]
Uhh, yeah! What's crackin y'all? Dub C
Still chasin this cheese, puttin it down
Whassup Nate?
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (dem dolla dolla dollars)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need (we rider rider riders)
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (yeah, yeah)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need
[WC]
Check it out
What they hittin fo'? Look I'm sick of all this chattin
Bullshit rappin, let's really get it a-crackin
Y'all niggaz ain't ready fo' a nigga that's gettin paper
Foe scraper, dice shaker, the white, Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang ambassador, givin it up back at'c
Up And Go Lyrics
Here it goes and this won't take long just let me dedicate a song To a girl who'd turn this boy to stone And you know who you are Here's a hint She doesnt have a car Or the time to be in love with me Why did you say This feeling has to stay Left me to wait for so long Chorus: You don't have to stay But I hope you'll do it anyway All you did was u
ha blastin yaHere it goes and this won't take long just let me dedicate a song To a girl who'd turn this boy to stone And you know who you are Here's a hint She doesnt have a car Or the time to be in love with me Why did you say This feeling has to stay Left me to wait for so long Chorus: You don't have to stay But I hope you'll do it anyway All you did was u
Off brand assassin-er, jackin for figures c'mon
Totalled up a rock, with a repetitive offender
The purple tinter, the big spender
The realest nigga you know, smellin like doe doe and Pruno
Sick with the flow, swangin low-lows and Harleys
Gather the guests at my mansions and throw my parole parties
Ex criminal turned corporate; elevated my game to worldwide nation
Tippin on paper trippin nia
[Chorus]
[WC]
Big beans or big wings or big screens
Befo' y'all stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams
I throw the dice, close my eyes and rich roll 'em
Take my handkerchief and fold 'em, y'all know the slogan
Riders don't worry multiply shift gears
Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high
The bigger the lick the bigger the hit to cash it all
So whether the
Of Dark Blood And Fucking (Stripped To The Bone Mix) Lyrics
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the r
y ready or not I'm snatchin it allSister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the r
Wood grains and chrome frames the mode is hang
A trick that won't sang, transported dem thangs
Fuck the pain, give me a label ain't shit funny
Look I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor Cohen's money
Get the Neville's money and blow doja with my stash on rich
And get my dick licked by the baddest bitch
Fade ya, real boy major with tough shit they ain't got
like three-way pagers, nigga I'm paper trippin
[Chorus]
[Nate Dogg]
Paper is all.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. I need
[WC]
Testin testin, broadcastin live
All day unleaded'll go fo' forty-nine
No garbage no cut, just the bomb pow-wow
Gots to get my hands on that new body style
Floss all y
Lost In Love Lyrics
A far bit beyond this place All the stars have been cast You may try to resist the pace But it's happening too fast The desire is so strong Yeah you got to concede There's no way to escape from the trap We are slaves to our needs And we're lost in love (Y'say) We're lost in our love and we can't find a way And we're lost in love (Say it) We're lost in our love and w
ou nigga, toss liquor upA far bit beyond this place All the stars have been cast You may try to resist the pace But it's happening too fast The desire is so strong Yeah you got to concede There's no way to escape from the trap We are slaves to our needs And we're lost in love (Y'say) We're lost in our love and we can't find a way And we're lost in love (Say it) We're lost in our love and w
A rugged nigga smokin on a cigarette butt
Mashin and I ain't lettin the pedal up
Cause all these songs on my radio ain't ghetto enough
Shutted 'em up with the tank in the cut, I'm sweated to bust
Dub C'zy, fo'ever, gettin 'em up
Hands down I'm the motherfuckin man
Who else could take a gang hop and turn it to a national dance
Givin the fans a glance of a rider saggin his pants
with my rag on my cane standin in a penguin stance, nigga
Worldwidin, ridin, collidin
Fool it's sincerely yours the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin
[Chorus]
[WC]
Dub C, ghetto extrordinaire, hood fabulous
Comin through with fingers in the air
Y'all know what time it is
[Nate] Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's
[WC] Dem dolla dolla dollars