| 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 |