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Ice Cube( O'Shea Jackson Sr. )
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Wicked - LP Version
Lyricist:Leroy Bonner, Christopher Charity, Duane Earle, Eddie Goodman, Willie Hines, Anthony Holmes, O'shea Jackson, Marshall Jones, Stanley Jones, Jeff Lars, David Lynch, Leroy Middlebrooks, Ralph Middlebrooks, Walter Morrison, Norman Napier, Marvin Pierce, Carlton Ridenhour, Eric Sadler, Clarence Satchell, Hank Shocklee, Keith Shocklee, Sylvester Stewart, Angelo Trotter, Gregory Webster, Andre Weston
One, two, three and I come with the wicked Style and you know that I'm from the wicked Crew, act like you knew 'Cause 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
'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills Sittin' at the pad just chillin' 'Cause 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 'cause I get wicked
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 'cause I'm down Take a look around and all
You see is big black boots steppin' Use my steel toe as a weapon Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 'cause I get wicked
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 twenty-ninth was power to the people And we might just see a sequel 'Cause police got equal pay A hasay 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
'Cause 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, 'cause I'm so straight Thru with the picket signs Take his job and stick it Bigot, 'cause I get wicked
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