W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Paper Trippin' (featuring Nate Dogg) Lyrics"
Just Say Yes Lyrics
WRITERS RODNEY CROWELL, KEITH SYKES I'm not in some corner tonight wasting my time I'm not at the end of the bar out of my mind I've been down on my luck for sure But I'm not down on myself no more If you'll open up the door I'll do all the rest I'm not gonna tell you I've changed what would that change I'm not gonna try to explain what I can't explain I can't change the pa
WRITERS RODNEY CROWELL, KEITH SYKES I'm not in some corner tonight wasting my time I'm not at the end of the bar out of my mind I've been down on my luck for sure But I'm not down on myself no more If you'll open up the door I'll do all the rest I'm not gonna tell you I've changed what would that change I'm not gonna try to explain what I can't explain I can't change the pa
[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
That's What You Are (Interlude) Lyrics
whoa..yeah..ahh.whoa, ooo. Ah common a rose for you A simple flower that only blooms in June Or when you come around and, those things we like to do like taking walks along the park, and holding hands, with my lover friend Hook: Whoa, (thats what you are) ah huh (thats what you are) uh huuh (the way you've always been) the way you've always been (ehh everyday)<
ha blastin yawhoa..yeah..ahh.whoa, ooo. Ah common a rose for you A simple flower that only blooms in June Or when you come around and, those things we like to do like taking walks along the park, and holding hands, with my lover friend Hook: Whoa, (thats what you are) ah huh (thats what you are) uh huuh (the way you've always been) the way you've always been (ehh everyday)<
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
NORTHERN LIGHTS Lyrics
Destination outward bound I turn to see the northern lights behind the wing Horizons seem to beckon me Learned how to cry too young, so now I live to sing The northern lights are in my mind They guide me back to you Horizons seem to beckon me Learned how to cry too young, so now I live to sing You know it's hard away from you Travelling roads and passing through It'
y ready or not I'm snatchin it allDestination outward bound I turn to see the northern lights behind the wing Horizons seem to beckon me Learned how to cry too young, so now I live to sing The northern lights are in my mind They guide me back to you Horizons seem to beckon me Learned how to cry too young, so now I live to sing You know it's hard away from you Travelling roads and passing through It'
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
Within A Mile Of Home Lyrics
Dust falls on the empty halls of my old school Where the memories fade like the casualty a forgotten fool Now wide-eyed has become the blind unspoken rule Deeper only deep is now the word the lesson's not the answer you once heard Don't turn your back on me don't ever let me down she said I picked you up each time Before you hit the ground Your selfish face is now erased
ou nigga, toss liquor upDust falls on the empty halls of my old school Where the memories fade like the casualty a forgotten fool Now wide-eyed has become the blind unspoken rule Deeper only deep is now the word the lesson's not the answer you once heard Don't turn your back on me don't ever let me down she said I picked you up each time Before you hit the ground Your selfish face is now erased
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