W.C. - Wanna Ride paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Wanna Ride - W.C.



Look at this shit
Coming together like sweaty ass cheeks, nigga
Keep it gangsta y'all
Please believe it
Keep it gangsta y'all
My niggas thug out
Keep it gangsta y'all
You getting drug out
Keep it gangsta y'all
These bitches loc out
Keep it gangsta y'all
When we smoke out.
Keep it gangsta y'all.
Cause we chromed out
Keep it gangsta y'all
I bought the bomb out
Keep it gangsta y'all
Hear ye, hear ye!
Call me... hogs
Fresh out of the hole tank
Bouncing off the walls
Dub-see, the Bandanna president
With the gauge on the handlebars
Rolling through your residence
Running the scene. It's the king of the cars
Down, baby in my new all stars
Gangsta's What are the gangstas
None of them make me
Riders throw your heaters up
Throw em' up
Ladies, Old Gs
Sorry that I've been gone
But now I'm back to get my walk on
Swang with the gang as I reach out and touch yeah
Throw my cup and get ignorant out this motherfucker
Mayday, mayday back in charge
Cutting all costs. Cutting all costs
Dip. Skip-skipping through the lane with the bang, bang, bang jingle
Hopping under the SS. Working them ankles.
Dubs shiesty for scrillias
And I brought my homeboy
Hell yeah, the mother fucking villain
One to the two to the three to the - hello
Look at these Gs working these...
Here come the villain with another heater
With mother fucking, Dub, nigga in a two seater
Hold my nuts while I west, west y'all.
Ride 2
Grab that microphone and I test, test y'all
Villain Mericone I be like all over y'all
Who want to ball with that black nigga Red?
Like the dime nigga
I'm supreme hustling
W.C.
Give a fuck if these bitches don't love me
I want to bang - I want to ride - I want to slang
From my side. You and I.
It's do or die
We can roll till the wheels fall off
And let these mother fuckers know they got to peel us off
I want to bang. I want to ride
I want to slang. From my side
You and I. It's do or die
We can roll till the wheels fall off
And let these mother fuckers know they got to peel us off
Gangsta
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Up under the gun. Running a game
Waddada day
Wadada day
Dub lock it
Let your flag hang from your back pocket
None of them. None of them None of them
Can't none of them get wit me.
Peep my style but you can't get rid of me
I heard your see walking now.
We'll who taught you?
What you could see who?
Nigga, why I out to smack all the spit out yah
Beat the shit out yah
Get out the dump and stomp it
Dip into the 600
Sagging in my overalls. Blunted
Thinking of ...
Quit fronting
Cause gangsta shit WC running
Head hunting
Steadily pumping.
I come though punking
Ya'll for ya'll rodies
Shooting a life style like Colby's
So shut up and kneel to these West Side parolees
And pass the 40s
Cause can't none of you bustas hold me
Ride 3
We got the niggas. We got the bitches
We got the killas. We got the riches
We got the dealers. We hit the switches
We got every fucking thing you want
And we can get it, punk-ass nigga, if you don't
We got the niggas. We got the bitches
We got the killas We got the ritches
We got the dealers. We hit the switches
We got every fucking thing you want
And we can get it, punk-ass nigga, if you don't
Who that nigga that you fucking with?
Who?
When you want to hear some motherfuckng nigga shit
Ooh
...Hit your bitch
Nigga ran wit it
Ya'll need to quit it
This shit legendary
Fuck around with us and your mama get buried
Your fist born and that bitch you just married
Who give a fuck bout that baby she just carried
Up in all black like my fucking skin tone
How the fuck you gonna talk a bout the villain?
You a phone
Biting every time you bust
Who gave all your balls a ...
Weak motherfuckers better say us
So if it ain't rough, it ain't my shit
Might have been... my bitch, it ain't my dick
Hate my click
Bitch mad cause I won't hit
Or a nigga I ain't fucking with
It's the villain
I want to bang. I want to ride
I want to slang. From my side
You and I. It's do or die.
We can roll till the wheels fall off
And let these mother fuckers know they got to peel us off
Gangsta
Please believe it
Please believe it
Please believe it...



Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Lorenzo Jerald Patterson, William L. Calhoun, Floyd E. Wilcox


W.C. - Ghetto Heisman
Album Ghetto Heisman
date de sortie
14-07-2009




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