| Lyrics: | Yo Chuck! We got running mixes.... in the headphones
Ah ha ha ha ha!
Wicked!
Ha Ha! 1
2 3 and I come with the wicked
style, and you know that I'm from the wicked crew,
you act
like you knew,
but I got everybody jumping to the voodoo.
You kickin' wicked rhymes,
picket signs,
me and my mob got a truck full of 9's.
Play ya and I'll slay ya,
I got
thug-made dough by the hey-a.
Ready to BUCK, BUCK, BUCK,
but it's a must to DUCK, DUCK,
DUCK,
before I bust ya, looking for the one that did it,
but like En Vogue, no you're
never gonna get it,
cause I'm the one with the phat mad skills,
and I won't choke like the
Buffalo Bills.
Sittin' at the pad just chillin'
cos Larry Parker just got 2
million,
oh what a fucking feeling!
That nigger done pass me the pill,
and I slam
dunk it like Shaquille O'Neal.
Wicked, wreckin' baby
I'll rock that test tube baby, take
it...
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them
not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm
in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
Don't say nothing just listen,
got me a plan to
break Tyson out of prison.
You going my way you get served,
still got a deuce that'll
bunny hop the curb.
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin,
never seen with a happy
grin,
show the phat frown cause I'm down,
so take a look around,
all you see is big
black boots steppin',
use my steel toe as a weapon.
Kick ya and flip ya,
now they
want to label this nigger,
tape with the sticker.
Kickin out girls that's
nasty,
'cause I got a body count like Ice-T.
From in New York
I get them skins, and I
ain't talking about pork.
Your sly, you pig, dig,
listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed
caucasian,
oh, your picket signs, you know all
this funky ass wisdom picket budget
talking.
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told
them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now
I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
People wanna know how come I got a Gat
and
I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm,
ready to bring that noise
and going to get heavy
like the Ghetto Boyz.
April 29th was power to the people,
and you might just see a
sequel,
'cause police got equal pay,
a horse is a pig that don't fly straight.
I'm
doin' Daryl Gates but it's Willie Willams,
I'm down with the pilgrims,
I'm through with
the pig,
so I think the job is dead, get out...
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to
keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I
told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire |
