Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song W.C.G., artist - CunninLynguists. Album song Sloppy Seconds Volume Two, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.12.2005
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
W.C.G. |
| She moved her chair up to the stage |
| Her Hasselblad was on her knees |
| Watch her eyes, she looks so happy |
| See her smile |
| Oh I know it’s not for me |
| Wheelchair groupie, oh, wheelchair groupie |
| She moved her chair up to the stage |
| Her Hasselblad was on her knees |
| She moved her chair up to the stage |
| Her Hasselblad was on her knees |
| This is some true shit |
| You won’t ever believe it but you gon believe it |
| Because I’m gonna paint it for you |
| The show’s packed like immigrants in project tenements |
| detect the remnants for ligaments |
| I glance in the stage at my drunk, screamin' folks |
| My eyes drop, but 20 |
| With a dame on top, with her name on the top |
| And she cruisin' the underground with her game on cock |
| I’mma walk to her, talk to her cause I’m high and neg’lint |
| The thought of a paraplegic groupie is quite unsettlin' |
| But she made an ass out of me and 'umption |
| When she told me she broke three bones stage jumpin' |
| At her own show cause her own flow was quite the shit |
| I blazed her, she blazed me, we swapped and spit |
| And it gets greater later when the herbs in her lungs |
| I was, inebriated, with burns on my tongue |
| Session burned, lesson learned, with resin on my thumbs |
| Sometimes the future can have you in the present looking dumb |
| She needs love |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| Fresh in my locs like Cube in the early 90s |
| I step off stage, eyes set on this girlies' hiney |
| I tap her on the shoulder, she turn around, smile growin' |
| Told her she gonna be fine long as the Nile flowin' |
| She said I like how you had the crowd glowin', you be rippin' |
| While glarin' at my sun shades, askin' if they prescription |
| You blind? |
| She asked freely like I get it lots |
| Nah cause, baby, you got back |
| She like I love Sir Mix-a-lot,, Heavy D, Notorious B.I.G |
| I’d give up my kids for chances at porkin' them pigs |
| Damn that’s deep (crazy) told me I wasn’t her type, like |
| Too much on me was right, I couldn’t put up a fight, Ike |
| She was fine as Tina, couldn’t turn her mind though |
| Never seen such an ignorant fetish out a fine hoe |
| All I know: not enough scars for sex |
| Maybe I’ll give you a call after my next car wreck |
| She needs love |