Friday, January 9, 2009

Friday Night Video: "Chrome & Paint"




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Monday, January 5, 2009

Lyrics: Look at Me (WC: Guilty by Affiliation)




(Grab hold of it baby)

[2x]
(Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on)
(You got it Mama)
(Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on)
(Grab hold of it baby)

[Ice Cube]
Look at me (God damn!)
Look at me (God damn!)
Y'all look at me (God damn!)
Look at me (God damn!)
Look at me

[WC]
Dub Sizzle for shizzle a nigga fresh off of work
And I'm clean as a whistle I keep it crackin'
I got these hoes on the phone
Saying (Let's get it on, let-let's get it on)
Whoo! Clean, baby Dub Sizzling
C-walking with a lean off of sticky green
I rep it right (bang home) so if you want sex tonight
Call the original shady (grab hold of it baby)

I got my dubs up
I'm in the club like fucked up (you fucked up)
Holding my cup
Got the tailor made Air One Nikes with a twist
Big Breitling on my wrist (God damn!)

It's the return of the real in the '07 turning the wheel
Chrome feet with the chrome grill (for real)
In the wide body somethin' with my eyes blunted
Got a pocket full of hundreds, now which bitch want it? (who?)

[2x]
(Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on)
(You got it Mama)
(Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on)
(Grab hold of it baby)

[Ice Cube]
Look at me (God damn!)
Look at me (God damn!)
Y'all look at me (God damn!)
Look at me (God damn!)

Drink! in my hand on the dance floor
Peep! I'm off of Hennessy brown with coke
Freaking on this girl while I dance slow
Tattoo on her waist with her pants low
Now I'm reaching for that big brown caramel
Squeezing on that big soft round tail
Creeping out the door if it goes well
I'm going to have her legs in the air at the hotel

After that we going to blow and inhale
Keep it on the low you got a man that won't tell
But when you bend over girl, that thing is like Boom! Blam! (God damn!)
I keep them all sweating and stumbling
And it ain't nathan going on but a whole lot of sex and hustling
A whole lot of smoking and drinking
Got 48 hours to play y'all; I live for the day y'all

[2x]
(Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on)
(You got it Mama)
(Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on)
(Grab hold of it baby)

[Ice Cube]
Look at me (God damn!)
Look at me (God damn!)
Y'all look at me (God damn!)
Look at me (God damn!)

[?]
"Hold up, hold up Dub, what you trying to do to me?"
(Get your ass drunk) [16x]
"(vomiting) you still got me in here throwing up!"

[WC]
"Don't worry about it baby, I'm still going to fuck your ass. Heh heh heh heh HA!"
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Sunday, January 4, 2009

Lyrics: 80's Babies (WC: Guilty by Affiliation)


[WC]
If you was born in the 80's then I'm probably your papa 'cause
Nine times out of ten I fucked your mama
Nine times out of ten she gave me drama but
Fuck that shit, I'm all about the dollar

[Ice Cube]
When you see me in the street you can call me Daddy
When you go see your mama know I hit that fatty
Back in the day before she got ratty
I had her ass in the back of my Caddy and
You know I done it I'm gonna keep it 100
Back when she had more ass than stomach
Back before her looks started to plummet
She would call me every night begging she want it

I would go pick her up, then dick her up
Then stick her up for some gas bucks
For some lunch money and some fast food
Nigga was a pimp before a Nigga With a Attitude
And when you picture that I know you want to get your gat
Understand Atomic Dog always gets the cat
And if you young mothafuckas ain't feeling that
I wish she can open up and push you back

[WC]
If you was born in the 80's then I'm probably your papa 'cause
Nine times out of ten I fucked your mama
Nine times out of ten she gave me drama but
Fuck that shit, I'm all about the dollar

[Ice Cube]
If you was born in the 80's then I'm probably your papa 'cause
Nine times out of ten I fucked your mama
Nine times out of ten she gave me drama but
Fuck that shit, I'm all about the dollar

[WC]
Stomp down bang loose for the cash figure
With the candy paint blue six deuce ass lifter
Talk trash off of liquor they'll be picking your bitch ass up
Wiping the grass of your back nigga
I'm one of the few of the true last y'all
Repping the G's and I ain't easing off the gas y'all
Disrespectful ass groupie new nigga can't do shit
But shut the fuck up and salute me nigga!

Lench Mob Big Swang the chrome 8 arms
Been doing it since Magic was playing at The Forum
When Boogie Down with Scott La Rock dropped
I was at the Raising Hell Tour fucking your mama in the parking lot
When L.L. was rocking the bells before Cartier and Chanels
I was skeeting on the gazelles in slow motion
But only if a nigga knew she was having you
I would have made the bitch get an abortion

[Ice Cube]
If you was born in the 80's then I'm probably your papa 'cause
Nine times out of ten I fucked your mama
Nine times out of ten she gave me drama but
Fuck that shit, I'm all about the dollar

[WC]
If you was born in the 80's then I'm probably your papa 'cause
Nine times out of ten I fucked your mama
Nine times out of ten she gave me drama but
Fuck that shit, I'm all about the dollar

[WC and Ice Cube]
Fuck with me? (Fuck no!)
Fuck with him? (Hell no!)
Have your mama at your ceremony (up early in the morning)
These rappers is done fucking with us (Ice Cube)
These rappers is done fucking with us (WC)

[WC]
If you was born in the 80's then I'm probably your papa 'cause
Nine times out of ten I fucked your mama
Nine times out of ten she gave me drama but
Fuck that shit, I'm all about the dollar

[Ice Cube]
If you was born in the 80's then I'm probably your papa 'cause
Nine times out of ten I fucked your mama
Nine times out of ten she gave me drama but
Fuck that shit, I'm all about the dollar

[?]
"OK Dub the type of nigga cuz, that's my nigga cuz. I be seeing him in the hood, you know
He be on some corners. You catch a nigga at a real grimy ass funeral or something, you know. Hanging with the real niggas, you know. He ain't just up on no TV screen. You know me an my little nigga was kicking it the other day and. Neither one of us know how to work a computer nigga!"

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Saturday, January 3, 2009

Lyrics: Side Dick (WC: Guilty by Affiliation)


Baby says she wants a gangsta
But she don't want a nigga to dog her
Just beat it up harder
Sad that her nigga's a simp his dick is limp
The sucker for love type but he don't fuck right

Fuck it, I'll be the dick on the side you can ride on
Nigga you can wrap them thighs on
Let your nigga wear the cape
I just want to undress you
Call me Captain Dick to the rescue

I know your kind
Bitch ___ got a __ __
Ballin' ass nigga way paid
Treat your ass right, keep you icy
Though you toss legs up for a nigga like me

Affiliated, just the way you love it
And I don't need money to touch it
My ghetto ass ways is enough to make your ass bend over
Even Destiny's Child claim they need a soldier

Girl, you need a dick on the side
Girl, you need a dick on the side
Girl, you need a dick on the side
Every girl need a dick on the side

Girl, you need a dick on the side
Girl, you need a dick on the side
Girl, you need a dick on the side
Every girl need a dick on the side

Knock knock, who is it?
The titty mangler, dick dangler
(Who?) the tight pussy finger banger
Packing this heat y'all
With two meatballs
Smothered in dick sauce
So let me skeet on your lip gloss

Dub, gorilla P.I.M.P.
S.I.M.E. anti-S.I.M.P.
I know you got a situation
I come with no attachments
Consider me your walking dildo gadget

Your nigga's a weenie
Let me do my thing with it
Let me feed you this big black hot link with a vein in it
Have you saying Dub came with it
I'm guaranteed to make you cum more than once
If you can hang with it

The cock doctor
Pussy popper
I'll leave your clitoris vibrating
Ticking like a pop locker
And when it's time to creep don't sweat
__ __ __ __ __ __ I got a suite on deck near

Girl, you need a dick on the side
Girl, you need a dick on the side
Girl, you need a dick on the side
Every girl need a dick on the side

Girl, you need a dick on the side
Girl, you need a dick on the side
Girl, you need a dick on the side
Every girl need a dick on the side

Harder than a dry cookie
My dick is like the antidote
Curing your unsatisfied pussy
Look, I got you laughing and blushing
'Cause with him you're hugging
But with us it ain't nathan but fucking

I know you need a dick on the side
So I kicks in and play my position off the bench like the sixth man
And I ain't bringing phillies to be your lover
Just Lay's potato chips, hot sauce and Magnum rubbers

Many niggas try to holla but they out of luck
'Cause like bitches, niggas can't keep they mouth shut
But I'm a cool nigga like Ray Charles
I'll play blind when you leave, your secret is mine
Dub C the ___, dick specialist
My back stroke will leave your head spinning like The Exorcist
I'm like a dick in a glass when you're lonely
Like a fire extinguisher, emergency use only

Girl, you need a dick on the side
Girl, you need a dick on the side
Girl, you need a dick on the side
Every girl need a dick on the side

Girl, you need a dick on the side
Girl, you need a dick on the side
Girl, you need a dick on the side
Every girl need a dick on the side

Dub, gorilla P.I.M.P.
S.I.M.E. anti-S.I.M.P.
Black, ashy, nasty python
Grab hold of his bald head
Smack __

Dub, gorilla P.I.M.P.
S.I.M.E. anti-S.I.M.P.
Better hide that pussy bitch!
Beat that muthafucka up like a drum line
That pussy's mine!

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Saturday Single: "Get Your Walk On"



Get Your Walk On (Fredwreck Remix)
Xzibit Feat Dat Ni**a Daz & WC
Fredwreck's Greatest Hits Episode 1
Released March 30, 2008
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Friday, January 2, 2009

Friday Night Video: "This is Los Angeles"


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Monday, December 22, 2008

Lyrics: Addicted to It (WC: Guilty by Affiliation)

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[Ice Cube]
Yo what's up?
Official T-shirt nigga
Hood certified
Dub Sizzle

[WC]
Where my, where my, where my hustlers at?
Where my, where my, where my hustlers at?
Where my hustle is at, where my hustlers at?
Babies give give give money
Throw their hands up

Sixteen in the chamber
With a stack between my fingers
Geto Boys, NWA, Schooly D in the CD changer
Reclining like The Mac
Swoop on the ave
Cruise the block like a float in a parade
In a seven and a half

Sitting low __ so __ to the Pro Fitted
Hustler, hustler, nigga all I know is a goal get it
Ah, ah, ah __ __ is so wicked
Strip for me baby
Slide down this chocolate pole and grip it

Going all out for the dough
Ball out and roll
Dub keep it G?
Nigga this hood shit is all I know
Got the dice __ up
My ice cleaned up
Now I cater the streets
Like the weed man out of the ice cream truck

Diamonds on my neck shining in the club like daylight
Dub C be hitting it right
By the end of the night
You be saying all right
22 is the inches, 69 is the position
Lench Mob and gangsta shit
Money's my addiction nigga

[Ice Cube]
Boy you better bow down when you see a O.G.
Coming straight out the hood, it's my nigga WC
Boy you better give it up 'fore we do you ugly
We addicted to it
Getting closer to it

[WC]
Where my, where my, where my hustlers at?
Where my, where my, where my hustlers at?
Where my hustle is at, where my hustlers at?
Babies give give give money
Throw their hands up

[WC and Ice Cube]
I'm addicted to green that don't burn
Up in the kitchen without a concern
Mothafuckas will learn it's my turn
I'm addicted to it
Getting closer to it

[WC]
Making it bounce, making it bounce
Chrome frame making it bounce
I know girls like money
So I'm sticking them and dicking them now
Dick in their mouth
Putting a dick in their mouth
With a .44 on me sticking out
Windows getting foggy while
We doing it all night doggy style

Acting up run the weed up
Jag in cup, G'd up
Fucking it up my Chucks moving and doing
My new dance while I'm holding my n-eez-uts

Back down then side to side
I skip skip throw my dubs up high
Running around South Central bottom
With a bandana on my steering column

Slap boxing, dominoes
Jail ___s squatting low
Switching up and our fly S5
On mine, middle finger out the window
With one time riding
When I beat up on the concrete I be sliding
When I get up on a bitch their eyes get wide and
When they see me sagging and lagging them
Lench Mob medallion blinding them

Hood screw up your stars
And it ain't no killing ours
Still the stars whoop your ass for the cash
Yeah, I'm guilty as charged

Quarter pounds, assholes, whatever you need
Best believe don't trip
If the price is right I take a trip for flip
And get them ___ ___ by one zip for zip

Sitting on
But I'm dipping on
But I'm tipping on
Nigga getting it on
With a freak on the side of me
Sipping Patrón
Trying to whip it on
Baby licking my bone
And I'm starting to moan
'cause them lips are long
And I can see me getting my pimping on
And she tripping on
But I'm twisting on
My swap meet corduroy slippers on

'Cause I'm real with this
I was built for this
Nigga muthafucking WC is still the shit
And I ain't leaving until I get another meal in this
So every time I spit it I'm killing shit
So nigga dig a ditch
Get out the wilderness
I'm hood-certified and and still with this
When will I quit?
Oh, fuck it nigga
I ain't quitting until I'm filthy rich

[Ice Cube]
Boy you better bow down when you see a O.G.
Coming straight out the hood, it's my nigga Dub C
Boy you better give it up 'fore we do you ugly
We addicted to it
Getting closer to it

[WC and Ice Cube]
I'm addicted to green that don't burn
Up in the kitchen without a concern
Muthafuckas will learn it's my turn
I'm addicted to it
Getting closer to it

[WC]
Where my, where my, where my hustlers at?
Where my, where my, where my hustlers at?
Where my hustle is at, where my hustlers at?
Babies give give give money
Throw their hands up

Where my, where my, where my hustlers at?
Where my, where my, where my hustlers at?
Where my hustle is at, where my hustlers at?
Babies give give give money
Throw their hands up

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