"Wicked" 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
Drop then I'll slay ya
Bang, bang, birthday for the a-hole
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
You want my vote, no your 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'
Larry Parker just got 2 million
Oh what a fucking feeling!
That niggaare done past 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 then I bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen
With a happy grin
Going flat 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
And it's awfully quiet you want to live with this niggaare
To with the stick
Ah, but 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
December 29th was power to the people
You might Just see a sequel
'Cause police got equal
Pay, a horse is a pig that don't fly straight
I'm doing Daryl Gates but it's Willie Williams
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
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
Drop then I'll slay ya
Bang, bang, birthday for the a-hole
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
You want my vote, no your 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'
Larry Parker just got 2 million
Oh what a fucking feeling!
That niggaare done past 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 then I bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen
With a happy grin
Going flat 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
And it's awfully quiet you want to live with this niggaare
To with the stick
Ah, but 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
December 29th was power to the people
You might Just see a sequel
'Cause police got equal
Pay, a horse is a pig that don't fly straight
I'm doing Daryl Gates but it's Willie Williams
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
