W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Quick Way Out Lyrics"
Blue Rose Lyrics
If this is an invitation, well then this is my RSVP. So on your list you can scratch me off. You aren't the foreground and I am not the ground that you can just walk on. I've had enough of the taste of your feet. I'm not wasting away I'm just trying to get through my days, you know like one small leap for mankind. I'd agree that at this point scortched earth policies may be in my best intrest. My social respect...I am willing to lose. Come on and drive
If this is an invitation, well then this is my RSVP. So on your list you can scratch me off. You aren't the foreground and I am not the ground that you can just walk on. I've had enough of the taste of your feet. I'm not wasting away I'm just trying to get through my days, you know like one small leap for mankind. I'd agree that at this point scortched earth policies may be in my best intrest. My social respect...I am willing to lose. Come on and drive
[W.C.]
Down on my motherfuckin luck
Hangin at the park, shootin dice, and I just got.. bucked
And now I'm mad cause I'm broke as hell
Cause a nigga's unemployed plus I just got out of jail
So now I gotta come up on a lick
but the lick that I hit can't be no bullllllshit
So now I gotta call up my nigga
My nigga Ty, yeah, my homey from Wakeside
Yo nigga whassup? I need a lick
He told me to trip, he knew this fool up on 75th
who had a safe and a whole lot of yea
Two six-fours and a ragtop sittin on them thangs
He said this motherfucker was worth ten mill'
I said, "Cool then it's a done deal"
Went to the pad and grabbed the black ski-mask
Put it on tight so nobody could see my ass
So now I got the mac with the teller
just in case these motherfuckers wanna play Goodfellas
Called up the crew; aiy Coolio
This motherfucker said he knew this nigga with some loot
[C:] So what's it gonna be, jack kidn
The Black Succubus' Whores (Nuclear Version 6.66) Lyrics
I fall in blasphemy There in succubian arms Pleasures of the trinity Once again in human hands I see now they are my offerings To my own sadistic pleasure Black winged whore, angel of night Make my joy rush out of pain Could I possess all these females? Satan! Lilith! All these naked bodies are ours! Satan sex sin hell... black cum from beyond Could I fuck til' exhaustion? Drugs and sin... forever alive These Satan daughters I love so... a
ap or rape?I fall in blasphemy There in succubian arms Pleasures of the trinity Once again in human hands I see now they are my offerings To my own sadistic pleasure Black winged whore, angel of night Make my joy rush out of pain Could I possess all these females? Satan! Lilith! All these naked bodies are ours! Satan sex sin hell... black cum from beyond Could I fuck til' exhaustion? Drugs and sin... forever alive These Satan daughters I love so... a
Nawww motherfucker just murder and a take
[C:] Cool, then set it up
Aight nigga here I come
Hung up the phone went to my room and I grabbed another gun
Slapped on my khakis, I'm gone
Went outside and jumped in the bucket, motherfucker it's on yeah
Three-wheel motion, throwin up the M
Nigga Dana Dane's what I call my rims
Scooped up Cool', now we in pursuit
Two niggaz with a plan to get some loot
Hit the one-ten on my way to my homeboy's house
Lookin for a quick way out, nigga
{*scratching*}
So now we at my nigga Ty house
Cookin up a plan on the best way to take this nigga out
Just got out of Quentin for a caper
and I don't wanna go back so motherfucker put it on paper
[C:] And no sooner than we got the info
I shot the nigga in the head with the fo'-fo'
I grabbed my mac when the motherfucker hit the flo'
God damn Coolio, what you shoot him fo'?
[C:] Look, I know you and you know me
circling haw dive, bite clench and jerk a spray of bright re, ripped surface torn flesh no hot , no cold, no yes, no no no earth, no k, no you, no I you die, you die every time, you die you die, you die you die you simply die no hat, no cold, no yes, no no you know, you know I know you know you know I know you know I think you know not coninued never started not half, n
Who's that nigga?
That was my homeboy nigga!
[C:] Yo fuck that nigga! WE CAN GET BIGGER!
So now we on our way to get paid
Rollin in a fucked up van with taped up license plates
Took the back way through the alley
And now we're sweatin cause we just took a hit from the wet daddy
[C:] Got out the van, hit the back gate
Everything's goin according to plan
I had the front and Dub had the back
I had the fo'-fo' and he had the mac
Now we runnin through the house like motherfuckin SWAT
and if anything move it's gonna get popped
Awwwww, there go the nigga that we lookin for
Fool, GET YO' MOTHERFUCKIN ASS ON THE FLO'
[C:] Now he's bound and gagged with duct tape
Dub, I got the motherfuckin safe
BAY-BAYYYY!
[C:] Jumped in the van and now we rollin
And I'm trippin off this fat-ass grip that I'm holdin
And the nigga, huh, don't worry about him
Took the c
Tomb of the Boom Lyrics
(featuring Konkrete, Big Gipp & Ludacris) [Big Boi] Yo Just so you all know what time it is It's your homeboy Straight from the A-T I ain't even goin say the motherfucking rest You know We Dungeon Family all day long baby We fin'a break you off with some brand new shit [C-Bone] This rap game lovely Konkrete play a part cause the Feds want to bug me Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me Bending corners in the Benzombination and the yea and I shot him
We got the loot and now we in route
to get a motherfuckin drink and knock some boots
Big money big trout ain't no doubt
I'm lookin for a quick way out, motherfucker!
{*tires peel, instrumental interlude*}
[W.C.]
So now we on our way to the spot
A bucket full of ducats to drop before the streets get hot
But little did we know that the nigga we smoked
had some homies in the cut, sittin in the six-fo'
So now we gettin chased by some niggaz in the cut
but I bet this mac'll make they ass stay back
Hit up the gat, damn my shit is jammed
Good thing a nigga had a backup plan
But it's too late to grab the extra gat
Burnin rubber in the bucket and we cracked
[C:] So we jumped out the van and no matter what the cost
we had our mind set on sendin niggaz to Harris and Ross
But this time a nigga wasn't color blind
Fucked around and got smoked at the end of the crime
(featuring Konkrete, Big Gipp & Ludacris) [Big Boi] Yo Just so you all know what time it is It's your homeboy Straight from the A-T I ain't even goin say the motherfucking rest You know We Dungeon Family all day long baby We fin'a break you off with some brand new shit [C-Bone] This rap game lovely Konkrete play a part cause the Feds want to bug me Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me Bending corners in the Benz
We got the loot and now we in route
to get a motherfuckin drink and knock some boots
Big money big trout ain't no doubt
I'm lookin for a quick way out, motherfucker!
{*tires peel, instrumental interlude*}
[W.C.]
So now we on our way to the spot
A bucket full of ducats to drop before the streets get hot
But little did we know that the nigga we smoked
had some homies in the cut, sittin in the six-fo'
So now we gettin chased by some niggaz in the cut
but I bet this mac'll make they ass stay back
Hit up the gat, damn my shit is jammed
Good thing a nigga had a backup plan
But it's too late to grab the extra gat
Burnin rubber in the bucket and we cracked
[C:] So we jumped out the van and no matter what the cost
we had our mind set on sendin niggaz to Harris and Ross
But this time a nigga wasn't color blind
Fucked around and got smoked at the end of the crime