Текст песни Masta Ace Incorporated - The Mad Wunz
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I got the mad wunz (3x)You know I got the mad wunzI got the mad wunz (3x)You know I got the mad wunzChorus: lord diggaThats right yall, clap your hands yallCheeba cheeba yall, to the beat yallThats right yall, clap your hands yallCheeba cheeba yall, to the beat yallRepeatVerse one: aseBust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stackIts the masta ase honey better chill and catch a smackTo the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouthCuz Im gettin play all the way down southAnd I got the dope, new, off......beat style, and you got beef well make stewYou hold the bowl and Ill do the pourinRhymes are abundant like shells on the shore andThree little pigs made a song out of sandThe big bad asell blow them rhymes down manCuz yo Im not a sailor and my name is not barnacle billBut I run game like a carnivalDont try to flex or youll fall like septemberStill got a posse just add another memberLord d [the d stand for diggaRollin wit umdada masta ase is my nigga]Punks better slow down and check the speed limitGet too much light and ima dim itSo yo bust the flex and turn in your textTo chapter four, and let me break down the lawI stay away from sluts got respect for my dickAnd st. idesll probably kill my ass just as quickOriginal the style and, rhymes in a pill andHow many brothers do I know on rikers island? One two three four five Im losing countBut no matter what the sum its too big of an amountChorusI got the mad wunz[kick it]Verse two:You sound fresh but Im fresherYessir youll get torn and, worn in, contents under pressureI got magic in my johnson like potionTry to play me ashe youll get rubbed like lotionMust to blow your trouble with the c-cypher powerIn cali they call em one time they be gafflin every hourWhich means they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinchThe skins are too tight, baby doll I got the wrenchI like the lowriders with the daytons nice and shinyIf you in the west you got the best you get the heinyOn the other hand uptown at the apolloChromed out with no tints and hammers make em followBut I never get, I say I never get too caught upBecause I know easy come easy goNuff respect to the women with the job skillsNot trying to find them, a man to pay the billsCause Im not the one to play piggybackSo take the crack between your legs and find another attackAnd just that, mentality aloneKeeps me a healthy happy home, the mad wunzChorus 2xI got the mad wunzYou know I got the mad wunzI got the mad wunzCheck itVerse three:Bloodifier, Im higher, kid you better retireIm hot like clothes in the dryerI got skills that you cant comprehendI got beats that never come to an endYeah, I rock like your grandmothers chair, its rarePeace to graffiti writers everywhereNinety-nine bottles of beer on the wallIf I gave em to my posse, theyd probably drink em allBut I dont want a murder, and I never heard of yourWack ass, so save the flack for robertaAnd leave on the midnight train the midnight to georgiaBecause I floored ya [just kick it]You probably didnt know but I inflict a lot of painDont sleep or youll be having nightmares like dana daneI dont mean to be precocious but uhhIm stompin on mcs with my boots like roachesHey mate, the playmate of the months not the oneThat I pursue, though on low she would get doneI got the wunz that are crazy type madThe bassll make you sick and make your ears go badSo come and get it, come and get it one timeBefore I have to say another rhyme on the mad wunzChorusI got the mad wunzYou know I got the mad wunzI got the mad wunzAnd Im casper...