Wicked
par KoЯn
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Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes in da headphones...
Ahh.... ah ha ha ha HA....
WICKED!!!!
Ha Ha 1..2..3 and I come with the wicked style
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, while me and my mob got a trunk full of 9´s
Drop then I´ll slay ya, bing, 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 know you 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 chillen
Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a fucking feeling
That nigger girl past me the feel, and I´m slam dunk´en like Shaquille O´neal
Wicked, Wreckin
Baby, I´ll rock that test tube baby, kick it...
´Cause I get Wicked! I sikemonmeh keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told em ekeh eimnon their fire
Yes I Wicked! I tech emon they kimnon their fire
But necko seemo wase, so I keemnon 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
Gotta fat frown, kick ´em down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots, stepin, use my steel toe as a weapon
And it´s awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with the stick
Ah, but that´s nasty, cause I got a Body Count like Ice-T
I live 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 caucasion
Ah, who didn´t know I was as funky as Wilson Picket
but ya talkin...
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If ya wanna know how come I get a gat
and I´m sitting at the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like the Ghetto Boyz
December 29th was power to the people, y´all might just see a sequel
´Cause police got equal, hey, A horse is a pig that don´t fly straight
I´m down with Daryl Gates but it´s Willie Willams... I´m down with the pilgrims
I´m threw with your big ass side dig, this jog is dead, get out cause....
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Ahh.... ah ha ha ha HA....
WICKED!!!!
Ha Ha 1..2..3 and I come with the wicked style
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, while me and my mob got a trunk full of 9´s
Drop then I´ll slay ya, bing, 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 know you 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 chillen
Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a fucking feeling
That nigger girl past me the feel, and I´m slam dunk´en like Shaquille O´neal
Wicked, Wreckin
Baby, I´ll rock that test tube baby, kick it...
´Cause I get Wicked! I sikemonmeh keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told em ekeh eimnon their fire
Yes I Wicked! I tech emon they kimnon their fire
But necko seemo wase, so I keemnon 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
Gotta fat frown, kick ´em down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots, stepin, use my steel toe as a weapon
And it´s awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with the stick
Ah, but that´s nasty, cause I got a Body Count like Ice-T
I live 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 caucasion
Ah, who didn´t know I was as funky as Wilson Picket
but ya talkin...
chorus
If ya wanna know how come I get a gat
and I´m sitting at the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like the Ghetto Boyz
December 29th was power to the people, y´all might just see a sequel
´Cause police got equal, hey, A horse is a pig that don´t fly straight
I´m down with Daryl Gates but it´s Willie Willams... I´m down with the pilgrims
I´m threw with your big ass side dig, this jog is dead, get out cause....
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