W.C.G.

(专辑： Sloppy Seconds Vol. 2 - 2005)

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, screaming folks
My eyes drop, but [?] 20 [?]
With a dame on top, with her name on the top
And she cruising 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 unsettling
But she made an ass out of me and 'umption
When she told me she broke three bones stage jumping
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 growing
Told her she gonna be fine long as the Nile flowing
She said I like how you had the crowd glowing, you be ripping
While glaring at my sun shades, asking 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 porking 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

She needs love
Oh, oh, oh