Текст песни Masta Ase, Incorporated - The Mad Wunz
Masta Ase, Incorporated - The Mad Wunz слова песни
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 DiggaThat`s right y`all, clap your hands y`allCheeba cheeba y`all, to the beat y`allThat`s right y`all, clap your hands y`allCheeba cheeba y`all, to the beat y`allrepeatVerse One: AseBust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stackIt`s the Masta Ase honey better chill and catch a smackto the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouthCuz I`m 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 I`ll do the pourinRhymes are abundant like shells on the shore andThree little pigs made a song out of sandThe Big Bad Ase`ll blow them rhymes down manCuz yo I`m not a sailor and my name is not Barnacle BillBut I run game like a carnivalDon`t try to flex or you`ll fall like SeptemberStill got a posse just add another memberLord D [the D stand for Digga Rollin` Wit Umdada Masta Ase is my nigga]Punks better slow down and check the speed limitGet too much light and I`ma 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. Ides`ll 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 I`m losing countBut no matter what the sum it`s too big of an amountChorusI got the mad wunz[kick it]Verse Two: You sound fresh but I`m fresherYessir you`ll get torn and, worn in, contents under pressureI got Magic in my Johnson like potionTry to play me Ashe you`ll 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 I`m 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, I`m higher, kid you better retireI`m hot like clothes in the dryerI got skills that you can`t comprehendI got beats that never come to an endYeah, I rock like your grandmother`s chair, it`s rarePeace to graffiti writers everywhereNinety-nine bottles of beer on the wallIf I gave em to my posse, they`d probably drink em allBut I don`t 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 didn`t know but I inflict a lot of painDon`t sleep or you`ll be having Nightmares like Dana DaneI don`t mean to be precocious but uhhI`m stompin on MC`s with my boots like roachesHey mate, the PlayMate of the month`s not the onethat I pursue, though on low she would get doneI got the wunz that are crazy type madThe bass`ll 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 I`m Casper...