Lyrics:
Yeah, I gotta let these niggas know once again
There ain't nothing wicket like this here wicket, Wicketshit
You know what I'm saying, yeah
So if
young wigspliter
Kill any rapper out there, nuclear warfare
Spit napalm, Esham, wicket like Taliban
Push a Denali from Detroit to Cali, mon
Wicket
???
I know his name will always be called
Cause he's the king of the bat and ball
Collie smith, collie smith
The wielder of the wicket
Let us sing
Bowl Maru
Take a run and deliver a ball
Wicket Keeper har na manu
Wicket-keeper Never give up
Bally baz tum bowl utha k boundry say bhr maru
Batter you
Don't you know...
Esham's back with another wicket track
Some old wicket shit and all that
A new era, I'll bring the terror plus the funk
You can't rock
We come to mash on the ground
And drink up till we go so high
Go so high
The music hit we in ways
Can't explain why the vibes so right
We going
Dont you know... Esham's back with another wicket track Some old wicket shit and all that A new era I'll bring the terror plus the funk You cant rock me
your dreams, take a run at all of them
Try to take a wicket every time you ball on them
Everything's gon take a turn for the better take a seat
Or rather
Hit it from the back give her the cricket,
Wickets on the side of the road getting business,
Soon touch down there with my misses,
Gonna dick her
perpetrators niggas, gettin blast, many moves be packed
Too automatic, man I bomb it, wicket shit'll make ya vomit
See I'm comin like a comet, see-Section out ya
Well I hit hot girls with the rubber
Might ghost face, tryna see 6 hunna (Hunna)
Cuh them niggas showed true colors
I ain't calling her back, if
(pre chorous)
Sail away, depart today
To the biggest wawes way
The wickets waste
we chased a missplaced god
We howlin like lost dogs
Or bother try,
It's not what it sounds I'm just a musician
But keep your suspicions, because get in my way and you'll see a tactician
In all my wisdom, shots hit
*featuring Bone Thugs 'N' Harmony Growing up, living in a panic zone Spitting wicket shit on the microphone Smoke that shit, your brains be blown You
them stiff
With the riff, riff, riff
(Take it up) mister robin there is jumpin the jive
(Take it up) mister robin, if you wanna hit a jive
(Break it up)
that your plans were all fouled up
And I heard that you hit the wall
Hit your smarting arms and skinned your knees
Will you drop your sling and stone?
When a bitch got a boyfriend
I hit block like James
Durag on the album cover
Bitch
Cause we making that wave
Amazon prime myself to the top
Cause you
sipping
Then he's dippin
Being wicked
Asked why, silence like a dead crickets
Sticky wicket
Spit a spigot of vinegar
And some bullshit bukakke
Say you got
the QuangGang
Don't mess with us
If u try to mess with us
We'll hit u with a bus
I'm Samuel
My name rhymes with Daniel
I play cricket
Hitting that wicket
I be
Intro
De T-20 boss, destroying full toss. And all who vex loss, of course
Chorus
Gayle, hit another six
Gayle, in cricket is licks
Gayle, what
the hotlines are updated and the websites are always being
Upgraded
You're the reazon why I'm glad to be a juggalo bring this wicket shit out every
Time
hit it
I love to witness all my niggahs winnin
Its a wicket world called survival of the fittest
Im hustling to run up all the digits
If you ever
Oldfield hit the ground they nearly jumped the fence
Now Bill Woodill was as fine a man as ever went to wicket
And the bruises on his body that day showed
she say I'm wicked
And I hit it
Like I'm playing cricket with the wicket
Right hand on this shit John wick
Imma catch it throw it back pick six
All hits
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