Wet-Land

Day 1,522, 17:36 Published in South Africa South Africa by Mr. Wet

Wet-land




Come and go with me to Wetttttlaaaaaaaaaaaaand!!
(Here ye, Here ye, Come one come all)
To a place that be, call it Western C
(I'm ridin' wit'cha baby)
Come and go with me to Wettttlaaaaaaaaaaaaand!!
To a place that be, call it Western C


Now if you tired of the hard work
tears and sweat
and you breakin' your neck
and you still up in debt.
Walkin' round town all strapped in,
eRepper be havin' more bad times than Admins did(after V2).
Two strikes none left, out of breath
Livin' in the city it's a jungle yo.
All this deception on top of stress,
you havin' more problems than all of congress.
You can't seem to come up, wit yo' money for q6 gunz,
and now yo' baby momma trippin' she want fifty big ones.
It's a thin line, between yours and mine
the difference is I gotta scratch to a get nickel and dime.
Now I know a place where
Ya' might wanna be and I can take you there
Pop goes the nine, We'll go right behind
You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline.



Oh your homies think you're funny?
Making Multi's for moneys
Just to impress the honeys (This is for the honeys)
Got yo' Mutlies, so you keep'em in the Northern Cap,
you got two strikes, but you right back up to bat.
You all about yo' money and got something to sell
but if you bail for a robber you'll be back in the jail cell.
You chillin' wit yo' feet up
Someone hated but baby without the multi's and
that's when you got beat up.
Because you can't be out there doin' low
and then right gather up yo' crew and roll.
Ain't no rules when you out there doin' dirt,
somebody's always layin' in the cut to get ya' hurt.
But see, I know a place where
you might wanna be
and I can take you there
Pop goes the nine, We'll go right behind
You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline.


Stop the elife it seem that we are on,
Time to slow your roll,
Let The Wizzle land be your new home,
Stop the elife it seem that we are on,
time to slow your roll,
Let The Wizzle land be your new home.


Because a brother is a brother.
(And what about the mothers?)
They queens,
righteous,
man,
heaven must be like this,
green aroma like the grass in the summertime.
Ain't no peneteneries and ain't nobody doin' time.
And oh yeah, I'm the big O-K'er,
I'm smarter than the Tenshibonator,
Bigger than the mayor.
Heaven on Earth
it's like a prayer.
And you can't get in without yo' gold status card you got
to be a player.
Now you know a place where
You gots to be and I took you there,
Pop goes the nine, we'll go right behind
You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline.

Come with me to the Wetttlaaaaaanndddd.