Lyrics:
straddle your thighs
In goes the truth and out goes the lie
And before the beach gets to sandy (Uh oh)
We'll call a wet towel, W.C. is Handy
And it's all
test their luck out
Too much confidence, like you've necked a bottle
I got life by the balls put that bitch into throttle
Yeah we hash it out and she
streets
Homeboy you don't work, homeboy you don't eat
"You don't work, you can't eat"
[WC]
This record was put together by Jay Dee, Coolio, and the W
Eight,
back...
Snatching defeat from the jaws of victory
Regression it asked so much of me
Waiting for it just to fall in front of me
Regression it asked...
connectin' the plots
(W.C.)
Move back homie as I pump my Chevy up
Mash and hit the gas
Fly my bandana up outta the window
And left her ass on the smash
Maniac
Build for speed, but what you need is
Funky fresh lyrics fallin' down on time
Your enemy poppin' it, droppin' a dime
Comin' back
I got my cake up
Fucking her like I hate sum I be snatching her by her lace front
Get on the side of this Beamer you trying to race sum we gone spray
here watching my back
Once you move wrong it ain't no going back
Niggas know I don't lack
This my life Ima live how I want to
Ion got all the answers I
bringin' Wallabee Clarks to the starvin'
There's no escapin' the soundclash
Gunfire shot, I make it hot at Sunsplash
And I and I have to shout it out
up
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up
Its finna fuck you wit' dat
But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat
'cause I'm Violent J, ain't even
This song here is dedicated to Danny Dan
May he rest in peace
Who at his funeral left us with the words that
He did it his way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
pray my destiny don't get abbreviated on Naj
This is for the Brothers in that back that stuck around
For the ones that held my crown
When it was falling
in that tho
Teach him from young fuck school
Life's all about the cash flow
It's mad though
Not a day goes by I ain't thinking 'bout mad dough
And cash
on nothing
Nigga can't be shitting on nothing
Snap like a bitch know buttons
Trap like a bitch won't cut it
Snatching them bricks out the oven
Snatching them
the walls
Thats all they saw
[Verse 5: The Game]
Hip Hop ain't dead, it just took a couple shots
I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots
The kings
my palm
Feed to the fish that swim in the pond
It's a parasite
Watch your back
A parasite is no the attack
Watch your back
A parasite ain't
connectin' the plots
(W.C.)
Move back homie as I pump my Chevy up
Mash and hit the gas
Fly my bandana up outta the window
And left her ass on the smash
Maniac
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
bringin' Wallabee Clarks to the starvin'
There's no escapin' the soundclash
Gunfire shot, I make it hot at Sunsplash
And I and I have to shout it out
it
I wanna see some folded up skank bitches naked
I pass out when it gets dark
And woke up naked at the Clark Park
Gotta go, gotta get before I get
mostly Clark Kent shoes
Still abide by the park bench rules
'Cause hoes'll put you on the bench
Unless you park sum'n cool
Only a fool doesn't learn
From
and take em out 2
My heart is black
Her skin gold
It’s hot outside
My heart turned cold
I’m setting goals
She snatching souls
Black is gold
Black is gold
She
sky goes,
oh high my sky goes
My claws snatching doubts
that don’t belong to this beast
been holding back
Up to you
Curse or bless your being
raps
Willie Parker money, hand it off then it's runnin' back
Ayo, you fuck with that?
Uh, you gotta fuck with that
You in love with that
Look
Uh
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