歌词
Avec Chico Moreno des Deftones V.O d'Ice Cube
Yo Chuck we got running mixes...in the headphones.
Ah ha ha ha ha ha!
Wicked!
Ha Ha 1..2..3 and I come with the wicked style,
And you know that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew,
But I got everybody jumping to the voodoo (through the hoops ),
you kickin' wicked rhymes, picket signs, me and my mob got a truck full of 9's.
Drop then I'll slay ya ?
Ready to buck, buck, buck, but it's a must to duck, duck, duck,
Before I bust ya!
Looking for the one that did it.
You want my vote, no your never gonna get it,
Cause I'm the one with the phat mad skills,
And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills, sittin' at the pad just chillin'
Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a ******* feeling!
That nigger done past me the peel (pill), and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'Neal!
Wicked, Wreckin Baby I'll rock that test tube baby, take it...
Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire,
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire,
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire,
But I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire.
Don't say nothing just listen,
Got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison.
You going my way you get served,
Still got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb,
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin.
Going flat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around,
All you see is big black boots, step and use my steel toe as a weapon.
And it's awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with the stick.
Ah, but that's nasty, 'cause I got a body count like Ice-T!
From in New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork,
Your sly, you pig, dig, listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasian.
Oh, your picket signs, you know I was funky ass wisdom picket budget talking,
Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire,
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire,
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire,
But I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire.
People wanna know how come I got a Gat,
And I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm.
Ready to bring that noise and going to get heavy like the Ghetto Boyz.
December 29th was power to the people, you'll might just see a sequel,
Cause police got equal hay, a horse is a pig that don't fly straight
I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Willams, I'm down with the pilgrims.
I'm threw with the pig, so i think the job is dead, get out...
Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire,
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire,
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire,
But I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire.