| Song | The Wickedest |
| Artist | Bow Wow |
| Album | Doggy Bag |
| 作曲 : Cox, Dupri | |
| My Name is | |
| B-O-W | |
| This one goes out to everybody all around the world | |
| Dog to dog | |
| Girl to girl | |
| I need yall to help me spell my name | |
| [Chorus] | |
| B, Bad | |
| O, Outstanding | |
| W, everybody know I'm the wickedest | |
| Wow, that's what the girls all scream when I pop up in the screen, and | |
| proceed to get down | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Ha ha, doggy bag | |
| Everybody listenin' | |
| Beats still pumpin | |
| and mickey still glistenin | |
| Around here we take ballin around to the next step | |
| On them 22's back seat in the concept | |
| I take full responsibility of infire | |
| I wont stop rockin till I retire | |
| I'm so in the mix, so so sick | |
| I know just what to do, that's why they so in love with the | |
| B, bad | |
| O, outstanding | |
| W, everybody know I'm the wickedest | |
| Wanna get close, so they can kick it how I'm kickin this | |
| hat to the back, pants down low | |
| Gotta keep it G-H-E-T-T-O, huh | |
| Uh, I been with Destiny, Jessica, Madonna | |
| I'm at the tippy top, and I ain't never going under | |
| 1 shot nail it, now every body spell it | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Ya chain might be thick, but mines is more thicker | |
| might know how to run. but I'm a whole lot quicker | |
| Got so many ways to you, it's a shame to me | |
| And ain't none of yall out that can hang with B | |
| Young, old, I don't care what you is | |
| The name of your label, or the place you live | |
| You betta recognize a real dyme when you see one | |
| Sippin on a shirly, hollerin at your girly | |
| One full pocket stay fatty | |
| And I take it to the house so much they call me young Trick Daddy | |
| And that's how it is when you dealing with a dog | |
| I might lick you in your face, or bite your head off | |
| After death I'm the under boss ain't no secret | |
| Got everything lock and that's how we gonna keep it | |
| Bandaned up, braided, still actin a fool | |
| Ha, still the hottest thing in high school, I'm the | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| I came through the door blazin | |
| Hotter than them California raisins | |
| Back in them dayz when they was a lick | |
| My money play is to hit you with the down and out | |
| Look around everybody tryna go my route | |
| And I don't drop no duds, I only drop burners | |
| The game is mine, and I don't even gotta learn it | |
| Can't drive but I can keep a party live | |
| Both folks say I remind them of the Jackson 5 | |
| Cause I only make hits | |
| While yall make record | |
| I'm the deli as the homie with the full blown package | |
| Cant leave your girl around me | |
| Cuz I'm a true playa for real ask my homie JD | |
| I'm the | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuò qǔ : Cox, Dupri | |
| My Name is | |
| BOW | |
| This one goes out to everybody all around the world | |
| Dog to dog | |
| Girl to girl | |
| I need yall to help me spell my name | |
| Chorus | |
| B, Bad | |
| O, Outstanding | |
| W, everybody know I' m the wickedest | |
| Wow, that' s what the girls all scream when I pop up in the screen, and | |
| proceed to get down | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Ha ha, doggy bag | |
| Everybody listenin' | |
| Beats still pumpin | |
| and mickey still glistenin | |
| Around here we take ballin around to the next step | |
| On them 22' s back seat in the concept | |
| I take full responsibility of infire | |
| I wont stop rockin till I retire | |
| I' m so in the mix, so so sick | |
| I know just what to do, that' s why they so in love with the | |
| B, bad | |
| O, outstanding | |
| W, everybody know I' m the wickedest | |
| Wanna get close, so they can kick it how I' m kickin this | |
| hat to the back, pants down low | |
| Gotta keep it GHETTO, huh | |
| Uh, I been with Destiny, Jessica, Madonna | |
| I' m at the tippy top, and I ain' t never going under | |
| 1 shot nail it, now every body spell it | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Ya chain might be thick, but mines is more thicker | |
| might know how to run. but I' m a whole lot quicker | |
| Got so many ways to you, it' s a shame to me | |
| And ain' t none of yall out that can hang with B | |
| Young, old, I don' t care what you is | |
| The name of your label, or the place you live | |
| You betta recognize a real dyme when you see one | |
| Sippin on a shirly, hollerin at your girly | |
| One full pocket stay fatty | |
| And I take it to the house so much they call me young Trick Daddy | |
| And that' s how it is when you dealing with a dog | |
| I might lick you in your face, or bite your head off | |
| After death I' m the under boss ain' t no secret | |
| Got everything lock and that' s how we gonna keep it | |
| Bandaned up, braided, still actin a fool | |
| Ha, still the hottest thing in high school, I' m the | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| I came through the door blazin | |
| Hotter than them California raisins | |
| Back in them dayz when they was a lick | |
| My money play is to hit you with the down and out | |
| Look around everybody tryna go my route | |
| And I don' t drop no duds, I only drop burners | |
| The game is mine, and I don' t even gotta learn it | |
| Can' t drive but I can keep a party live | |
| Both folks say I remind them of the Jackson 5 | |
| Cause I only make hits | |
| While yall make record | |
| I' m the deli as the homie with the full blown package | |
| Cant leave your girl around me | |
| Cuz I' m a true playa for real ask my homie JD | |
| I' m the | |
| Chorus |