W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"The One Lyrics"
The Excited Southerner Orders A Meal Lyrics
Performed by Adam Sandler and Jon Contributed by Chris Durkin Adam: And the now the excited southerner orders a meal at his favorite diner. Waiter: Hi, what can I get you today? Excited Southerner: Hi, how are you...I was...if you could, tell me, if you...eh, the chef salad, if it, does it come, if you come..
Performed by Adam Sandler and Jon Contributed by Chris Durkin Adam: And the now the excited southerner orders a meal at his favorite diner. Waiter: Hi, what can I get you today? Excited Southerner: Hi, how are you...I was...if you could, tell me, if you...eh, the chef salad, if it, does it come, if you come..
Sing it
For the niggaz with the bumps
Bump, c'mon, ba-bump
Comin through the alley with a trunk full of funk
Nigga who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the days
Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing Changed
Ahh, stage left with the right angle even
We got the MAAD Circle in the house dis evenin
Get down, and ya don't quit
Yeah yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock this shit, rock it
Aight, check one one, peep the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck thumpin
Stick out your tongue motherfuckers I'm comin
Hardcore's the way that I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight I used
Why Can't We Get Along Lyrics
*Verse 1* is it me.. who'll never comprimise, wanna see things thru my eyes.. which means it's my way or is it you.. who's always shutting down, never wanting to talk about, the problems we got. or is it we to blame for all that's going down. (we say that i love you but we can't work it out) it
to flow for the crew Low Pro*Verse 1* is it me.. who'll never comprimise, wanna see things thru my eyes.. which means it's my way or is it you.. who's always shutting down, never wanting to talk about, the problems we got. or is it we to blame for all that's going down. (we say that i love you but we can't work it out) it
A seven year vet still strong as malt liquor
So mirror mirror who's the motherfuckin nigga?
Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Now when I look in the mirror, what do I see?
Besides a shady-ass nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away think quick oh now, images start to click
I see your reflection, description young male holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Magic Johnson
Droppin my third album, back for more like Charles Bronson
Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em
Takin this so-called gangster rap to another level
The capital W to the motherfuckers C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean,
Brainwashed Lyrics
Brainwashed in our childhood Brainwashed by the school Brainwashed by our teachers and brainwashed by their rules Brainwashed by our leaders By our Kings and Queens Brainwashed in the open and brainwashed behind the scenes God God God A voice cried in the wilderness God God God it was on the longes
aggin with my Turkish earringBrainwashed in our childhood Brainwashed by the school Brainwashed by our teachers and brainwashed by their rules Brainwashed by our leaders By our Kings and Queens Brainwashed in the open and brainwashed behind the scenes God God God A voice cried in the wilderness God God God it was on the longes
Down with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin nigga
Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four track
Locked down for years now releasin myself
Lettin my testicles swing from right left left right then back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
Beast known to make you give your motherfuckin hood up
Cooler than a chollo, gettin my stroll on
Goin solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my logo
Bitches wasn't down now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps
Keep It To Yourself Lyrics
Intro Ohhh... Imajin '98 What? Can you keep a secret Cause I can Hay hay hay If you won't tell Then I won't tell Ohh Keep it to yourself what? Chrous Keep it to yourself Don't tell nobody else No matter what we do It says between me and you Keep it to yourself Don'
tighter than Leroy on Fame jeansIntro Ohhh... Imajin '98 What? Can you keep a secret Cause I can Hay hay hay If you won't tell Then I won't tell Ohh Keep it to yourself what? Chrous Keep it to yourself Don't tell nobody else No matter what we do It says between me and you Keep it to yourself Don'
But they gets nathin but dug out like a booger
Cause like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle back in time
And I can still remember when niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep down knowin I take all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you can't stop the reign
Here to reclaim the fame
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the middle
So who's the nigga, mirror mirror solve the riddle
Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Fuck that, I'm the one, shit
Horns...
Am I the flyest nigga?
Let it ride