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Wicked Wayz

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  • Artist:Ice Cube/Mr.Mike
    (Cube)
    Ha,Ha,Ha
    That's right *****
    Southwest connection (straight up)
    Servin' more than peanuts *****
    ****** tryin' to stay rich
    (Mike)
    How many ways...can a killa get paid?
    (Mike)
    How many ****** want a gansta boogie
    I see the junkie in your eyes
    What do you see me when you see me
    A G in disguise
    Been hypmotized since '85 with gansta ****
    All you ****** get live and represent my click
    Got bits and pieces on my mind commin' together like lettuce
    Dear God protect us, cause we're mobbin' like Good Fellas
    Alias Carlion, maybe the war is on
    Prone to let my daughter live rich before she's grown
    If I murdered Capone, would you consider me a villian
    Chillin' with millionares, ex-killers, and set-trippers
    My murderous complex begin to hit 'cha
    Slip ya worse than New Jersey Drive ******
    Cause I'm in a
    Rush to bust straps like mack-10's
    When I'm strapped in
    A '95 Impala
    Breakin' like Vegas for my dolla
    While I'm commin' like a hundred miles and gunnin' who gonna test
    The southwests connect when it ain't **** you possess
    Yes we got the endo
    Splurgin' in Benzo
    Turnin' virgins to nymphos
    Look what 'cha in fo
    A 'G thats gonna let his khakis sag
    Mr. Mike and Ice Cube, franch braids and rags
    Byatch
    (Chorus)X2
    How many wicked wayz, can a gansta' get his pays
    When he's trapped in a maze
    (Cube)
    I represent the phrase that says crime pays
    *****es can we ****, ******' can we blaze
    (Cube)
    I treat *****es like puppies
    I got a plate full of guppies
    Appropriate dish for the big fish
    ******' rich
    They have my straps
    Women with gaps
    Now they wanna' sit in my laps and listen to raps
    But no
    Heard a *****' tight named Mr. Mike
    Had to catch a flight, its only right
    Stepped of the plane, Mean Green and Tony Draper
    Killa was the caper
    Lets make some paper
    (Mike)
    See we can't get enough of this gansta' ****
    Sick as leukemia for **** in my gansta' click
    Lets take riches
    Witness two ******' dome in the killa' zone
    Bring your killa' chrome
    Cause we headed to the terror dome
    Some ******' never make it home
    As long as you got your front
    I got your back, its on like that
    And like this
    Let the **** blow, cause all you G's know
    Who got the wickedess flow
    The criminiminals
    (Chorus)X2
    (Cube)
    Say What
    ******' wanna' short my cuts
    Say what
    ******' wanna' check my nuts
    How you sound
    Ganstas' make the world go 'round
    Guppies bow down
    I'm with some killas' from H-town
    Chase his ass down to Atlanta, GA
    Find out where he stay
    Locate my gate
    Catch him in the hall
    Make his ass call
    And then I want ya'll to kill cousin's and all (Ha,Ha,Ha)
    They won't believe all the heat I bring
    From Palm Springs
    ****** in line to catch the ring
    Of the dyin'
    Keepin' it calm, so talk slow
    Cause you'll never know
    When I'm ready to blow
    I'm a pro of the lifestyle of the Bloods and Crips
    Make a lot of cookies filled with chocolate chips
    The Westsides always been down with the South
    With Suave mother ****in' House
    (Chorus)X4
  • Artist:Ice Cube/Mr.Mike
    (Cube)
    Ha,Ha,Ha
    That's right *****
    Southwest connection (straight up)
    Servin' more than peanuts *****
    ****** tryin' to stay rich
    (Mike)
    How many ways...can a killa get paid?
    (Mike)
    How many ****** want a gansta boogie
    I see the junkie in your eyes
    What do you see me when you see me
    A G in disguise
    Been hypmotized since '85 with gansta ****
    All you ****** get live and represent my click
    Got bits and pieces on my mind commin' together like lettuce
    Dear God protect us, cause we're mobbin' like Good Fellas
    Alias Carlion, maybe the war is on
    Prone to let my daughter live rich before she's grown
    If I murdered Capone, would you consider me a villian
    Chillin' with millionares, ex-killers, and set-trippers
    My murderous complex begin to hit 'cha
    Slip ya worse than New Jersey Drive ******
    Cause I'm in a
    Rush to bust straps like mack-10's
    When I'm strapped in
    A '95 Impala
    Breakin' like Vegas for my dolla
    While I'm commin' like a hundred miles and gunnin' who gonna test
    The southwests connect when it ain't **** you possess
    Yes we got the endo
    Splurgin' in Benzo
    Turnin' virgins to nymphos
    Look what 'cha in fo
    A 'G thats gonna let his khakis sag
    Mr. Mike and Ice Cube, franch braids and rags
    Byatch
    (Chorus)X2
    How many wicked wayz, can a gansta' get his pays
    When he's trapped in a maze
    (Cube)
    I represent the phrase that says crime pays
    *****es can we ****, ******' can we blaze
    (Cube)
    I treat *****es like puppies
    I got a plate full of guppies
    Appropriate dish for the big fish
    ******' rich
    They have my straps
    Women with gaps
    Now they wanna' sit in my laps and listen to raps
    But no
    Heard a *****' tight named Mr. Mike
    Had to catch a flight, its only right
    Stepped of the plane, Mean Green and Tony Draper
    Killa was the caper
    Lets make some paper
    (Mike)
    See we can't get enough of this gansta' ****
    Sick as leukemia for **** in my gansta' click
    Lets take riches
    Witness two ******' dome in the killa' zone
    Bring your killa' chrome
    Cause we headed to the terror dome
    Some ******' never make it home
    As long as you got your front
    I got your back, its on like that
    And like this
    Let the **** blow, cause all you G's know
    Who got the wickedess flow
    The criminiminals
    (Chorus)X2
    (Cube)
    Say What
    ******' wanna' short my cuts
    Say what
    ******' wanna' check my nuts
    How you sound
    Ganstas' make the world go 'round
    Guppies bow down
    I'm with some killas' from H-town
    Chase his ass down to Atlanta, GA
    Find out where he stay
    Locate my gate
    Catch him in the hall
    Make his ass call
    And then I want ya'll to kill cousin's and all (Ha,Ha,Ha)
    They won't believe all the heat I bring
    From Palm Springs
    ****** in line to catch the ring
    Of the dyin'
    Keepin' it calm, so talk slow
    Cause you'll never know
    When I'm ready to blow
    I'm a pro of the lifestyle of the Bloods and Crips
    Make a lot of cookies filled with chocolate chips
    The Westsides always been down with the South
    With Suave mother ****in' House
    (Chorus)X4