"Days Of Wild" lyrics
Welcome to the Dawn
You have just accessed the Wild Experience
Hold, hold, hold onto your wigs!
Break down! Huh, this is a bust (Hold onto your wigs!)
All you sorry motherfuckers up against the wall
If you don't play, bite the dust
'Cause in a couple of simple fucking phrases
I'm going to hip you to the fucking plays of
The brand new mad style - you all say!
(These are the days of wild)
Hell yeah!
Hold, hold, hold onto your wigs!
Pop guns and weed? Brother please!
We're too wise for nonsense
The other 90's was better suited for that biz
Back when Dick was fucking Liz
Before soda pop had fizz
Don't blame it on your jockstrap full of jizz
Mentality so insane
I got a TEC-9, too, and it's called my brain
Shoot another brother? Not today
Death from envy is the only way
I can tear shit up you all, that's my style
These are the days of wild, put 'em up!
Hold, hold, hold onto your wigs!
Hooker, bitch and ho, I don't think so
I only knew one and never told her though
I thought about it many times (Diss me?)
That's the kind of shit to make you check your mind
Is your blood type the type that flows?
Is your blood type the type just stereo?
A woman every day should be thanked
Not disrespected, not raped or spanked
And if a woman ever said I did
She's a motherfucking liar and I'm a set-up kid
I'ma tear shit up you all, that's my style
These are the days of wild!
Hold, hold, hold onto your wigs!
Tennis shoes and caps, now that's phat
Up until the day another want to laugh behind your back
Saying we all look the same
God bless America, home of the brave
I'd rather dress to make a woman stare
I'm putting on something that another won't dare
It's a freezer burn compared to cool
If you still got loot, then who's the fool?
Everybody want to take the stand
Mind your own motherfucker, let a man be a man
I'ma tear shit up you all, that's my style
These are the days of wild - put'em up!
Hold, hold, hold onto your wigs!
Keep that shit going, break it down!
Wait a min... wa... wait, wait
Yeah, right there, don't move (Right there)
Justin, turn the lights off
Stop the cameras, turn the lights off
Looky here
Minneapolis, can you do me a favor?
I need to hear your voices tonight
I want to check my choir
I want everybody in this whole building
"Free the slave"
Can you say that?
Let me hear you - "Free the slave"
Come on, everybody (Free the slave)
To funky, say it (Free the slave)
U keep the for and it be to good, come on (Free the slave)
I can't hear you! (Free the slave)
Ah hell yeah, gimme the beat, let me hear ya (Free the slave)
Minneapolis in the house, now say it (Free the slave)
Rock and roll's alive tonight you all, let me hear you, uh (Free the slave)
Everybody got a little slave in them tonight, say it (Free the slave)
Come on band, come on band, all you all say it! (Free the slave)
Hold, hold, hold onto your wigs!
(Wild)
(Wild)
(Wild)
(Wild)
Break it down, oh
Minneapolis
Lordy, Lordy, uh, hell yeah
(Free the slave - play that motherfucking bass!)
On the one, Tommy, go!
(Wild)
Hold, hold, hold onto your wigs!
(Free the slave)
These are the days, these are the days
These are the days, these are the days
These are the days, these are the days
These are the days, these are the days
Come on band
Hold, hold, hold onto your wigs!
On the one, yeah!
Welcome to the Dawn
You have just accessed
You have just accessed the Wild Experience
Hold, hold, hold onto your wigs!
Break down! Huh, this is a bust (Hold onto your wigs!)
All you sorry motherfuckers up against the wall
If you don't play, bite the dust
'Cause in a couple of simple fucking phrases
I'm going to hip you to the fucking plays of
The brand new mad style - you all say!
(These are the days of wild)
Hell yeah!
Hold, hold, hold onto your wigs!
Pop guns and weed? Brother please!
We're too wise for nonsense
The other 90's was better suited for that biz
Back when Dick was fucking Liz
Before soda pop had fizz
Don't blame it on your jockstrap full of jizz
Mentality so insane
I got a TEC-9, too, and it's called my brain
Shoot another brother? Not today
Death from envy is the only way
I can tear shit up you all, that's my style
These are the days of wild, put 'em up!
Hold, hold, hold onto your wigs!
Hooker, bitch and ho, I don't think so
I only knew one and never told her though
I thought about it many times (Diss me?)
That's the kind of shit to make you check your mind
Is your blood type the type that flows?
Is your blood type the type just stereo?
A woman every day should be thanked
Not disrespected, not raped or spanked
And if a woman ever said I did
She's a motherfucking liar and I'm a set-up kid
I'ma tear shit up you all, that's my style
These are the days of wild!
Hold, hold, hold onto your wigs!
Tennis shoes and caps, now that's phat
Up until the day another want to laugh behind your back
Saying we all look the same
God bless America, home of the brave
I'd rather dress to make a woman stare
I'm putting on something that another won't dare
It's a freezer burn compared to cool
If you still got loot, then who's the fool?
Everybody want to take the stand
Mind your own motherfucker, let a man be a man
I'ma tear shit up you all, that's my style
These are the days of wild - put'em up!
Hold, hold, hold onto your wigs!
Keep that shit going, break it down!
Wait a min... wa... wait, wait
Yeah, right there, don't move (Right there)
Justin, turn the lights off
Stop the cameras, turn the lights off
Looky here
Minneapolis, can you do me a favor?
I need to hear your voices tonight
I want to check my choir
I want everybody in this whole building
"Free the slave"
Can you say that?
Let me hear you - "Free the slave"
Come on, everybody (Free the slave)
To funky, say it (Free the slave)
U keep the for and it be to good, come on (Free the slave)
I can't hear you! (Free the slave)
Ah hell yeah, gimme the beat, let me hear ya (Free the slave)
Minneapolis in the house, now say it (Free the slave)
Rock and roll's alive tonight you all, let me hear you, uh (Free the slave)
Everybody got a little slave in them tonight, say it (Free the slave)
Come on band, come on band, all you all say it! (Free the slave)
Hold, hold, hold onto your wigs!
(Wild)
(Wild)
(Wild)
(Wild)
Break it down, oh
Minneapolis
Lordy, Lordy, uh, hell yeah
(Free the slave - play that motherfucking bass!)
On the one, Tommy, go!
(Wild)
Hold, hold, hold onto your wigs!
(Free the slave)
These are the days, these are the days
These are the days, these are the days
These are the days, these are the days
These are the days, these are the days
Come on band
Hold, hold, hold onto your wigs!
On the one, yeah!
Welcome to the Dawn
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