Intro: (some 'dreadhead', won't translate to avoid offending)
Verse 1:
One, two, three and I come with the wicked Style and you know that I'm from the wicked Crew, act like you knew Cos I got everybody jumpin to the voodoo Pick it, wicked rhymes, picket signs While me and the mob gotta 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 and it's a must To duck duck duck before I bust Lookin for the one that did it But like en vogue, no you're never gonna get it Cos I'm the one with the fat mad skills And I won't choke like the buffalo bills Sittin at the pad just chillin Cos larry parker just got two million, oh what a feelin So shake that nigga and pass me the pill And I'll slam dunk ya like shaquille o'neal Like it, dig it, maybe and watch that test tube baby Kick it cos I get wicked
Chorus: (some toaster, once again won't translate to avoid offending)
Verse 2:
Won't say nuttin, just listen Got me a plan to break tyson outta prison Come my way and get served Still got a duece that'll bunny hop the curb Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin Never seen with a happy grin Show the fat foul cos I'm down Take a look around And 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 nigga, tape with the sticker Kickin out girls that's nicety Yo, I gotta body count like ice-t From here to new york I get skins and ain't talkin bout pork Swine, pig, dick Listen to the flow of a so-called negro Who didn't know I was funky as wilson pickett Dig it cos I get wicked
Chorus
Verse 3:
People wanna know how come I gotta gat and I'm lookin out the window like malcolm Ready to bring that noise Kinda trigger happy like the ghetto boys April 29th was power to the people And we might just see a sequel Cos police got equal pay A horse is a pig that don't fly straight Doin darryl gates but is willie williams Down with the pilgrims Just a super slave We'll have to break his ass up like super dave I'm wicked enough to board this Cos now it's on to the fullest Gorilla straight from the mist But I don't miss when it comes to this Bring the yellow tape The white cape, cos I'm so straight Thru with the picket signs, take his job and stick it Bigot, cos I get wicked
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