Kno - W.C.G. lyrics

[Intro] She moved the chair up to the stage [?] 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 the chair up to the stage [?] on her knees She moved the chair up to the stage [?] on her knees [Verse I: Natti] This is some true sh** 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 co*k 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 a** 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 sh** 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 [Hook] She needs love Oh, oh, oh [Verse II: Deacon the Villain] 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 s** Maybe I'll give you a call after my next car wreck She needs love [Hook]