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    Ice Cube / Lyrics

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    "Wicked" Lyrics

    Ice Cube

    [Intro: Don Jaguar] - {*best guess at what he says*}
    Now dis one dedicated to de man dem call MacGyver (bo!)
    And all double-oh-seven James Bond man 'e from de area (gunshot, gunshot)
    Maximum respect to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
    And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED!

    [Verse One]
    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 fulla 9's
    Play ya and I'll slay ya
    I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
    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 En Vogue, no you're never gonna get it
    Cos 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 Wilkins 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 ass get ???
    Kick it cause I get wicked

    Chorus: Don Jaguar (can't translate)

    [Verse Two]
    Don't say nuttin, just listen
    Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison
    Come my way and get served
    Still got a duece that'll bunny hop the curb
    Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin
    Never seen with a happy grin
    Sport a 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 in the gut, now they want to
    label this nigga, tape with the sticker
    Kickin out flows that's nicety
    Cause I gotta 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

    Chorus: Don Jaguar(can't translate)

    [Verse Three]
    People wanna know how come
    I gotta gat and I'm lookin out the window like Malcolm
    Ready to bring that noise
    Kinda trigger happy like the Geto Boys
    April 29th, more power to the people
    and we might just see a sequel
    cos police got equal pay
    A horse is a pig that don't fly straight
    Doin Darryl Gates but ask 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
    Cos now it's on to the fullest
    Gorilla straight from the mist
    But I don't miss when it comes to this
    Bring the yellow tape
    The white cape, cause I'm so straight
    Thru with the picket signs, take his job and stick it
    Bigot, cause I get wicked

    Chorus/Outro: Don Jaguar (can't translate)
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by William D Hines, Andre G Weston, Leroy Bonner, Christopher Allen Charity, Duane Kevin Earle, Eddie Lowell Goodman, Anthony Holmes, O'shea Jackson, Marshall Jones, Stanley D Jones, Jesse David Lars, Derek Francisco Lynch, Ralph Middlebrooks, Marvin Pierce,.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
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