Wc And Maad Circle lyrics
Wc And Maad Circle lyrics
"Get up on that funk Lyrics"
Beyond The Sun Lyrics
If a tree falls down Does it make a sound If theres no one to see And If Im all alone Everybodys gone Then its the real me Right? And if you found yourself To be like no one else Who would that no one be And if you blew your cool With life as an aprils fool The truth could be seen Right? Aint no world in a grain of sand No flowers to hold in our hands Didnt got no million in prizes The shoe didnt fit in none of the sizes P
If a tree falls down Does it make a sound If theres no one to see And If Im all alone Everybodys gone Then its the real me Right? And if you found yourself To be like no one else Who would that no one be And if you blew your cool With life as an aprils fool The truth could be seen Right? Aint no world in a grain of sand No flowers to hold in our hands Didnt got no million in prizes The shoe didnt fit in none of the sizes P
Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 2X)
I got the funk inside me, yes it guides me
The light in my eyes, is shinin brightly
Just give me some deep bass, a snare and a kick drum
Turn it up loud and listen to the rhythm run
Whenever I'm feelin bad, angry or upset
I grab a cassette, and pop it in the tape deck
Album or eight-track, as long as it ain't wack
Funk is addictive, but not like crack black
I'm hip to the old shit, the shit that still hit
The Louisiana chicken and homemade biscuits
is makin my feet move, it sure does feel good
My head is bouncin, cruisin through my neighborhood
But this ain't pop though, R&B or disco
Reggae or calypso, that's playin in my radio
It's that funk yes, won't settle for less
Sheeit, I must be blessed, now check it out
[W.C. and Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And
Amor Violento Lyrics
Cuando por primera vez te vi, Supe que el cielo era para ti y para mi, para ti, y para mi, Nunca ms podr dormir, Nunca ms podr soar, Con alguien que no seas tu, oh, oh (Encontrar la tuya) Gastar toda mi vida y ms, El amor tendr que esperar, Un buen rato para descansar De tu y de mi, de tu y de mi, oh, oh, El amor tendr que esperar, Un buen rato para descansar De tu y de mi, de tu y de mi Gastar toda mi vida, Encontrar la tuya Gastar toda
maybe you'll feel better Cuando por primera vez te vi, Supe que el cielo era para ti y para mi, para ti, y para mi, Nunca ms podr dormir, Nunca ms podr soar, Con alguien que no seas tu, oh, oh (Encontrar la tuya) Gastar toda mi vida y ms, El amor tendr que esperar, Un buen rato para descansar De tu y de mi, de tu y de mi, oh, oh, El amor tendr que esperar, Un buen rato para descansar De tu y de mi, de tu y de mi Gastar toda mi vida, Encontrar la tuya Gastar toda
(repeat 2X)
[W.C.]
Check it out
Now turn up your radio, EQ the stereo
I'm glad that y'all could make it to rock with the Maad Circle
And this is a preview, somethin to move to
Listen to groove to, I hope I don't lose you
Now I am the miracle, some say I'm spiritual
But I'm from the ghetto what? I live off Imperial
Dip dab smacked in the heart of South Central
I might make it out (why?) cause I got potential
I ain't livin by protocol, cross me you're sure to fall
Another sucker, sippin on some Eightball
Left by the wayside, run but you can't hide (yeah)
Call it foolish, but I got the funky ride
Now hear what I'm sayin (yup) You might think I'm playin
Been rappin so long, some say I need a vacation
Emcees wanna be me, some girls wanna skeeze me
But I play the back, cause I'm scared of A-I-D, S
to the next paragraph I must move on
Yo
Greasepaintand Monkey Brains Lyrics
Death is on the midway,gambling with souls. Roulette on the wire,ace is in the hole. I sink beneath feeling,moon is in my hands. A crooked wheel of 21,I just dont understand (Chorus) Laugh-yeah-drown and,laugh. Your life is over. If god is the dealer,why do we never win? A bloody mix of silk and mud,that starts all over again Chorus Clowns,they scare the children.Roll around the ring. The animals they wanna kill,anyone,an
might know my face (why) cause I made a funky song Death is on the midway,gambling with souls. Roulette on the wire,ace is in the hole. I sink beneath feeling,moon is in my hands. A crooked wheel of 21,I just dont understand (Chorus) Laugh-yeah-drown and,laugh. Your life is over. If god is the dealer,why do we never win? A bloody mix of silk and mud,that starts all over again Chorus Clowns,they scare the children.Roll around the ring. The animals they wanna kill,anyone,an
[W.C. and Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 2X)
..
"Coo, Coolio! Show em what's on the mic!"
[Coolio]
I love the funk, and the funk loves me so
I'm stuck to the funk and I won't let go
Ain't no mountain high or valley ever deep enough
to keep me away from the rhythm of the funky stuff
I know who I am, and Sam I ain't
I'll never fake the funk, I won't cause I cain't
Crazy Toones on the fader, kinda like Funk Vader
On tape like great, dominate the record player
So Dub (whattup?) Won't you step to the front
and give the real meanin of the word funk
[W.C.]
What's my meanin of the word funk?
Well let me give a demonstration
Minority Alliance of Anti Discrimination
In other words, an organization of my homeboys
stealin
I Do R n B Mix Lyrics
Uh huh uh huh Wha wha wha wha Yea yea woo Can't nobody tell me what I can Cuz I be lovin' my man (uh huh uh huh) Can't nobody tell me what I can What what what (wha wha wha wha) Can't nobody tell me what I can Cuz I be lovin' my man (naw naw) Can't nobody tell me what I can What what what (come on come on woo) Chorus: Oh and I'll do anything he wants me to Oh and I'll do anything he wants me to Anything he wa
from the rich and famous Uh huh uh huh Wha wha wha wha Yea yea woo Can't nobody tell me what I can Cuz I be lovin' my man (uh huh uh huh) Can't nobody tell me what I can What what what (wha wha wha wha) Can't nobody tell me what I can Cuz I be lovin' my man (naw naw) Can't nobody tell me what I can What what what (come on come on woo) Chorus: Oh and I'll do anything he wants me to Oh and I'll do anything he wants me to Anything he wa
And givin back to the poor folks in the slums, yo
Cause neither one of us forgot where we came from
Cause when you sellout, you're out, and we don't want ya back
Nigga playin both sides, I gotta peel his cap
Cause one thing the Circle ain't down with and that's
all these bourgeoise negroes, better known as COWARDS
Huh, sick of society, approval they try so hard
with your brand new cars
Try to fit in with the upper class, but the upper class
was a mask, and they LAUGHIN AT YO' ASS
That's why I'm down with the M.A.A.D. Circle
But still keepin it Low Pro, workin for the po' folks
So everybody watch your back
I'm like the spook who sat by the door with a gat yo
(I know you can funk these words to the letter
Get up on the funk and maybe you'll feel better, yo)
[W.C. and Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 4X