Lyrics:
crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still a hater
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
an drop dat (addy) x4
We pull up on de set we clean
Pretty boy want a bubble no scene
Stink face when we winin'
Mean x3
Shake it off x2
Bounce an ah
and modern day babbles
Raw from Africa and golden ropes and sandles
By wicked thieves and vandals
Who man-handled us with leather whips and burnin candles
sei
Ma y3 wei
Abrabo nu ye y3 mistakes
Beema gyai na 3y3 too late
Am still breathing by his grace
Ma y3 sei
Ma y3 wei
In this life we make
I been down south where shit get wicked
Big glocks aimed at your fitted
Dont gotta ask if a young nigga wit it
Know king kaii spit it
Yall niggas
I like dead life this murder living
Giving wicked to the music that we listen
All day all night turn it up dead wake
By the bloody moonlight i like
There was a girl named Dorothy and a dog named TOTO
A storm came along and they were hit by a Tornado
The house started spinning and gave them both
Wicked, wicked, Junglist massive
Wicked, wicked, Junglist massive
Wicked, wicked, Junglist massive
Wicked, wicked, original
Well big up
All
And everybody knows what goes around
You're a three ring act, let's hope it suits ya
Your past and your present will determine ya future
No White Witch can
Ororooo Arararaaaa
Ebi wicked wicked
Se ne woy3 nu mame feeli feeli
Woso wo body body
Aswear koso mame na me checki checki
Wahye designer
Where u base
Ose
wi wicked and wild wicked
wicked and wild likkle picking child hush up we nuh 3 smile prime time bus Dem head wi full a nine bines (repeat
Outro
Wicked, wicked, wicked bitch
Wicked, wicked, wicked bitch
Wicked, wicked, wicked bitch
Wicked, wicked, bitch, bitch
Well it's on, it's on like neden
A so it go
Smoke the marijuana and get high
Stay above the wickeds and fly
I'm feeling so very good about myself
Babylon ain't feeling good damn
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
Stress
I heard what you do in the club
You told me sum’ different
I thought you were different
But I’m minding my business
Coz you’re entertained by
The wicked will rise and the sober die
And the gun tells us, what to do
All the wicked will rise and the sober die
And It's all coming back to you
me from the wicked everyday
You are my defense
You are my defense
Defend from the wicked for evermore
The Lord is my shield my hiding place
He keeps
This shit get real wicked
This shit get real wicked
This shit get real wicked
(This shit get real wicked, Hopping out the box with ARPs and two two
comes
"Oh, traveler, traveler, heed this very hour
for your senses sour, before your purpose you cower
by the pricking of my thumbs
something wicked this
I am a stranger in a world on fire
A foolish man driven by desire
I can see more than what is shown to me
transcendent love can take you violently
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
be basic
I take life by the cliterus and I yank it
My wicked ways tend to make everyone anxious
'Cause I'm the kid your parents told you never to hang
the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia
You wishin' Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea
Gobbled up, like the lost city of Moore and Atlantis
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