Вика (с Чукчей Морёным из ВИА "Батоны", ковёр Мистера Фриза)
Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes in da headphones. . . 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 You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and my mob got a t Drop then I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the A-hole 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 tight 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 fucking feeling That nigger done past me the peel, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille 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 know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
Don't say nothing just listen Got me, 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 Gotta fat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around All you see is big black boots, step in, use my steel toe as a weapon And it's awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with From here to New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about p Your sly, you pig, dig Listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasion Ah, who didn't know I was as funky as Wilson Picket but ya talkin. . .
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People wanna know how come I get a gat and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like Ghetto Blaster December 29th was power to the people, ya'll might just see a sequence 'Cause police got equal, hey, A horse is a pig that dosen't fly straight I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Williams, I'm doin with the pil I'm threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out. . .