Song | Wicked |
Artist | Ice Cube |
Album | The Predator (World) (Explicit) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
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 thugmade dough by the heya | |
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 icet | |
From here to new york | |
I get skins and ain' t talkin bout pork | |
Swine, pig, dick | |
Listen to the flow of a socalled 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 |
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 thugmade dough by the heya | |
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 icet | |
From here to new york | |
I get skins and ain' t talkin bout pork | |
Swine, pig, dick | |
Listen to the flow of a socalled 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 |