Relax, don't do it when you want to cum.

Westside, the city where we ride
The city where that n*ggy put that green up in the sky

(same song)

Damn. C'mon, back to the streets wit it
Grip the tec-9 like a spoon 'cause I eats wit it
And I ain't a n*gga to talk peace wit it, I'll squeeze wit it
Play for keeps wit it, put you under the white sheet wit it

WC-Paranoid

You can stand under my um-ber-ella ella ella, ey ey ey, under my um-ber-ella ella ella, ey ey ey ey ey ey....

Genius songwriting right there. And who could forget:

What'cha gon do wit all that junk, all that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get get get get you you drunk, get you love drunk off this hump
My hump my hump, my hump my hump my hump, my lovely lady lumps, on the back and on the front
My humps they got you...

Great now I have three shit songs stuck in my head >_>

I wasn't gonna run from the cops, but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop, but I was high
Now I am a paraplegic, and I know why
Because I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

She said - that she would give me greatness,
status, placement above the others
My face would grace covers
of the magazines of the hustlers
Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen
Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams
The purpose of our scene,
The obscene obsession for the bling
She would be my queen,
I could be her king
Together, she would make me cool
and we would both rule, forever,
And I would never feel pain
and never be without pleasure, ever, again
And if the rain stops,
And everything's dry
she would cry
Just so I can drink the tears from her eyes
She'll teach me how to fly
Even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall
and I plummet from the sky
But she will keep me high
And if I ever die
She would comission my image on her bosom
To hum
Or maybe she'd retire as well
A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell
and I'll be...


^^pure hotness

I'ma hop, don't do sh*t but hop
Pan-cake, let the fo' drop, n*gga hop
Stop, pull out your pistol then pop
Hit em two times til he drop when I hop
Up and down the street bounce rock
Ragtop is history in California, the bounce rock hop.

Kurupt-Welcome Home

It's the biggest contradiction human language can impart.
Something neither humane or natural.
Just cancer of the heart.

Either way, whimsical, aggressive or emotional, or none of the above, music is rather intriguing. When mortals make their music, it is the Gods who must listen.

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.

Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.

Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand.
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on.

Its just one of those days
When you don't wanna wake up
Everything is fucked
Everybody sux
You don't really know why
But you want justify
Rippin' someone's head off
No human contact
And if you interact
Your life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker
It's just one of those days!!


I felt like this for weeks last year after losing a baby.

I beat my machine its a part of me its inside of me
Im stuck in this dream its changing me,

I am becoming

The me that you know had some second thoughts
Hes covered with scabs and he is broken and sore
The me that you know doesnt come around much
That part of me isnt here anymore

All pain disappears its the nature of my circuitry

Drowns out all I hear theres no escape from this my new consciousness
That me that you know used to have feelings

But the blood has stopped pumping and hes left to decay
The me that you know is now made up of wires

And even when Im right with you Im so far away

I can try to get away but Ive strapped myself in
I can try to scratch away the sound in my ears
I can see it killing away all my bad parts
I dont want to listen but its all too clear

Hiding backwards inside of me I feel so unafraid
Annie, hold a little tighter I might just slip away

It wont give up it wants me dead
Goddamn this noise inside my head