W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Survival Of The Fittest (featuring Dre'sta & Young Shane) Lyrics"
Down To My Last Cigarette Lyrics
The coffee's all gone and my eyes burn like fire It's way past the hour when most folks retire You said that you'd call me but you haven't yet and I'm down to my last cigarette I'm down to my last cigarette you're down to the last chance you'll get For you're out there somewhere with someone you've met And I'm down to my last cigarette [ guitar ] I can't leave this room you might call while I'm gone The minutes seem hours soon
The coffee's all gone and my eyes burn like fire It's way past the hour when most folks retire You said that you'd call me but you haven't yet and I'm down to my last cigarette I'm down to my last cigarette you're down to the last chance you'll get For you're out there somewhere with someone you've met And I'm down to my last cigarette [ guitar ] I can't leave this room you might call while I'm gone The minutes seem hours soon
[W.C.]
Uh, dat's riir, niir!
Back once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest
Introducing ya'll to the newest members of my clique:
Young Shane, wit Young Hogs, Dre'sta the Gangsta
and we are: Bandana Swangin' Productions (Yo, Toones!)
Can you feel this realness? Nothin' can save ya
From the school full of big tails, Dickies and Ben Davis
The one and only witta chrome pistole
For those who don't know me: Bandana Swangin' Parole
Dub witta capital 3rd letter
Down for whatever, whenever takin' the berettas to bangin' for cheddar
Forever bailin' in my overalls and work- (?)
Breakin' jaws
Dre'sta the Gangsta, Dub C and the Young Hogs
[Young Shane]
It's the young Desperado! My model is to bang foe the hood,
bring the pain foe the hood, cuz it's all tooted good
On the reala, a young killa, a young thrilla, mashin'
the enemy goes down for (?) scrilla
Lazarus wasn’t grateful for his second wind For another chance watch his chances fade like the dawn and leave I can barely tell you just how pale I get Without you I’ve been a mess since you’ve been gone What were the first words that crowd heard him speak I bet he was cursing at the sky I bet he wasn’t turning no other cheek And was there still hope and desire left in his heart For the last word in
All ridas creepin' about to getcha
It's the same, loc, don't get it twisted when I bail through
One Bandana Swangin' wit bottles on both sides
Chorus:
Survival of the fittest and we wit this
Who wanna witness? All my rides wit hustle handle their business (?)
Survival of the fittest and we wit this
Who wanna witness? All my ladies wit hustle handle their business (?)
Survival of the fittest and we wit this
Who wanna witness? Real rides, be wise and handle your business
Survival of the fittest and we wit this
Who wanna witness? Bandana Swangin' [be bangin' and bringin' their business]
[Dre'sta]
Mic check, 1, 2, what you bustas wan' do or gon' do?
Now that real rides are upon you. I warned you and alarmed you!
The bandanas will be swangin' when we swarm through, was born to!
[Cap to mak
I'm Bored Lyrics
I'm bored I'm the chairman of the bored, I'm a lengthy monologue I'm livin' like a dog I'm bored I bore myself to sleep at night I bore myself in broad daylight coz I'm bored Just another slimey bore I'm free to bore my well-bought friends And spend my cash until the end coz I'm bored I'm bored I'm the chairman of the board I'm sick I'm sick of all my kicks
e the minds of all remainin' (?)] I'm bored I'm the chairman of the bored, I'm a lengthy monologue I'm livin' like a dog I'm bored I bore myself to sleep at night I bore myself in broad daylight coz I'm bored Just another slimey bore I'm free to bore my well-bought friends And spend my cash until the end coz I'm bored I'm bored I'm the chairman of the board I'm sick I'm sick of all my kicks
Make these girls and the thugs in the club dance.
Dre'sta the Gangsta makin' you bang your head and bounce
Shout from the West to East, Midwest and Dirty South!
Dub C, my niir, yeah
Young Hogs born to thug wit me and Muggs
and Green Bug California Love, homie (?) chases only,
women upon me, never phony, get it lonely, you can ride upon me
Lyrically fictive (?) be the loc'est
whack rappers claiming' dat they're the dopest
When hopeless brothers be the brokest
Saddest song dat you ever heard
Shinin some light on all you bustas like the Ghetto bird!
And that's (?)
Chorus:
[W.C.]
Ugh! Ah, Good Evening! Do not attempt to adjust your radio!
Ain't nuttin' wrong, we have taken control to bring you the special show:
Bandana Swangin'! Who me? Huh, I'm known as Dub C alias the shadiest one.
Ey, Dre'sta, what you got?
Spiders and Flies Lyrics
Plans and schemes Thoughts and dreams Who cares what they mean When they work they're amazing things When they don't I hear you scream Spiders and flies Live and die Six legs to stand on and two wings to fly I can't remember and I can't decide What was the season and the color of your eyes Pharaohs and kings Favorite queens Buried with their precious rings When they lived they loved complete But in their
[Dre'sta]Plans and schemes Thoughts and dreams Who cares what they mean When they work they're amazing things When they don't I hear you scream Spiders and flies Live and die Six legs to stand on and two wings to fly I can't remember and I can't decide What was the season and the color of your eyes Pharaohs and kings Favorite queens Buried with their precious rings When they lived they loved complete But in their
I got a slug foe every mug dat wanna look at me evil
And got a clutch foe all fake thugs and scandalous people.
If you test Dre it's suicide. Lyrical drive by
Makin' sure you suckas die. Only ya bye-bye (?)
And the moves (?) of the 5-0 got rappers study
And us gangstas like revival since my arrival.
And roll wit hogs dat get it's on, raw and ball till we fall
And revolve all broads to (??)
[W.C.]
From the land of the scandalous, sho dogs and locs
I represent the chronic (?) and smashes of gun smoke.
For this box Regal to Martinis (?) sippers on a do low
3 time felons, double eye for [strinkin' pulo (?)], you know
The shadiest, shadiest wanted ‘em all but call
Dub C the Ghetto manifesto, still standin' tall
Bandana Swangin' till the wheels fall off
And all my momma bear the realest niirs to ever lay ya'll
Chorus: [2x]