Wicked

Now dis one dedicated to di man dem call MacGyver (buck) And all double-oh-seven James Bond spy man is from di area (gunshot, gunshot) Maximum respect to di man dem call Ice Cube (buck, buck) Him nah bust no deuce-deuce, no trey-eight, but four-four, wicked (right) Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked One, two, three and I come with the wicked Style, and you know that I'm from, the wicked Crew, act like you knew 'Cause I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo, kick it Wicked rhymes, picket signs While me and the Mob gotta trunk full of .9s Play ya and I'll slay ya I got the mayor by the hair Ready to buck, buck, buck and it's a must To duck, duck, duck before I bust Lookin' for the one that did it But like in Vogue, no, you're never gonna get it 'Cause I'm the one with the fat mad skills And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills Sittin' at the pad just chillin' 'Cause Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin' (so) Shake that nigga and pass me the pill And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal Like it, dig it, maybe, and watch that test tube baby Kick it, 'cause I get wicked You know dem wicked, Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked) Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked Buck (wicked, wicked man) Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked Buck-buck (wicked), buck (wicked man), buck-buck Don't say nothin', just listen Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison Come my way and get served Still got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin Never seen with a happy grin Show the fat frown 'cause I'm down Take a look around All you see is big black boots steppin' Use my steel toe as a weapon Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to Label this nigga tape with the sticker Diggin' out girls that's nicety Plus I got a body count like Ice-T From here to New York I get skins and ain't talkin' 'bout pork Swine, pig, dig Listen to the flow of a so-called negro Who didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett Dig it, 'cause I get wicked Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube, we run di town (wicked) Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked Buck (wicked, wicked man), buck-buck Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked Buck (wicked, wicked man) People wanna know how come I got a gat, and I'm lookin' out the window like Malcolm Ready to bring that noise Kinda trigger-happy like the Geto Boys April 29th brought power to the people And we might just see a sequel, 'cause Police got equal hate A chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight Through with Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams Down with the pilgrims Just a super slave We'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave I'm wicked enough to pull this 'Cause now it's on to the fullest Gorilla straight from the mist But I don't miss when it comes to (uh) this Bring the yellow tape The white cape, 'cause I'm so straight Through with the picket signs Take this job and stick it, bigot, 'cause I get wicked Wicked man (haha, oh) Hear the-, hear the- Hear the wicked man Hear the drummer get wicked Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town Dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town Yes, dem wicked, gwaan Back wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube International superstar don gorgon style (buck) Way back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style Torcha Chambas (buck), dem run the country (maximum respect) And my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen Because we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics Yes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town Wicked man