Songtexte:
W C Better Days

for the deceased Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em Hopin that the Lord let me see the millenium Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days

but we got different views I got a couple cars, I never get to use Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls is

in the world that you can deny my method As my record rotates,my words get more impressive I'm an M.C., Evil's my Dj on Sire Records not M.C.A. C.B.S

style is unbearable Now niggaz with the radical shines It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C. World

way in the world that you can deny my method As my record rotates,my words get more impressive I'm an M.C., Evil's my Dj on Sire Records not M.C.A. C

mic like a syllable shotty, sippin' 40's Check it out, y'all, L.A.W.'s raw L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon L.A.W. this might trouble you For all the

Teachers, preachers, and deep-sea explorers C'mon [singer] These are the days, Lord these are the days These are the days (these are the days) Lord these are the days

change now Back in the game now, all my niggaz in the hood now Better catch up now Say what? {"Shaolin shadowboxing!"} Shits 'bout to change Aiyyo, on rainy days

buildin, but we got different views I got a couple cars, I never get to use Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the