W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Keep Hustlin' (featuring E-40 & Too $hort) Lyrics"
Rise Lyrics
I know that it's over. But I can't believe we're through. They say that time's a healer. Yeah. And I'm better without you. It's gonna take time I know, But I'll get over you. Look at my life. Look at my heart. I have seen them fall apart. But now I'm ready to rise again. Just look at my hopes. Look at my dreams. I'm building bridges from these scenes. Now, I'm ready to rise again. Caught up in my
I know that it's over. But I can't believe we're through. They say that time's a healer. Yeah. And I'm better without you. It's gonna take time I know, But I'll get over you. Look at my life. Look at my heart. I have seen them fall apart. But now I'm ready to rise again. Just look at my hopes. Look at my dreams. I'm building bridges from these scenes. Now, I'm ready to rise again. Caught up in my
[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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Cease Lyrics
Cease Lyrics blacktop pavement cover me like a chemical reaction or a steam roller spreading randomly there's a distant buzz and a low frequency it tickles my ear, rumbles under my feet and it shakes the leaves off of every tree (violently) what pretension! Everlasting peace everything must cease institution on the Hill like a beacon in the mind of an ancestor to ignite a people's will there's
rankin CD slanger, ghetto Hall of FamerCease Lyrics blacktop pavement cover me like a chemical reaction or a steam roller spreading randomly there's a distant buzz and a low frequency it tickles my ear, rumbles under my feet and it shakes the leaves off of every tree (violently) what pretension! Everlasting peace everything must cease institution on the Hill like a beacon in the mind of an ancestor to ignite a people's will there's
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
Spirit Of The Street Lyrics
Finally here’s another Saturdaynight Combatboot and mohican tunes this is my life, this is my roots boots and braces that’s our crew Trouble at work, trouble at school we’re all mates gimme your booze mind your own business it’s my life we’re gonna get so drunk tonight We're the boys We're the boys We're the spirit of the street Oi Oi oi for the workingclass we’re having a say and having a laugh
outcome, talkin bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"Finally here’s another Saturdaynight Combatboot and mohican tunes this is my life, this is my roots boots and braces that’s our crew Trouble at work, trouble at school we’re all mates gimme your booze mind your own business it’s my life we’re gonna get so drunk tonight We're the boys We're the boys We're the spirit of the street Oi Oi oi for the workingclass we’re having a say and having a laugh
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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Step Into The Light Lyrics
Don't be afraid. Step into the light. Everyone here is a loser tonight. We're all voting for that second chance. I never learned that stupid dance. I don't really want to change. (No, I don't want to change.) Come as you are, step into the light. We're all prisoners here, locked up by our minds. Don't be afraid. Come sinner or saint everyone here is a human tonight.
on my right smellin smokeDon't be afraid. Step into the light. Everyone here is a loser tonight. We're all voting for that second chance. I never learned that stupid dance. I don't really want to change. (No, I don't want to change.) Come as you are, step into the light. We're all prisoners here, locked up by our minds. Don't be afraid. Come sinner or saint everyone here is a human tonight.
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!