Deftones - Wicked Lyrics
Yo chuck, we got runnin mixes, gimme the headphones...WickedHa ha 1..2..3 and I come with the wicked styleAnd you know that Im from the wicked crew, you act like you knewBut I got everybody jumping to the voodooYou kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and my mob got a trunk full of9sDrop then Ill slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the a-holeReady to buck buck buck but its a must to duck duck duckBefore I bust yaLooking for the one that did itYou want my vote, no your never gonna get itCause Im the one with the tight mad skillsAnd I wont choke like the buffalo bills, sittin at the pad just chillinLarry parker just got 2 million, oh what a *****ing feelingThat nigger done past me the peel, and I slam dunk it like shaquille onealWicked, wreckinBaby, Ill rock that tassle baby, take it... cos imcause I get wicked, somebody outta keep on the volumeYes I wicked, somebody outta keep on the volumeYes I wicked, somebody outta keep on the volumeBut now Im in your face, so youll keep on the volumeDont say nothing just listenGot me, got me a plan to break tyson out of prisonYou going my way you get servedStill got a deuce then I bunny hop the curbNappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grinGotta fat frown cause Im down, so take a look aroundAll you see is big black boots, stepin, use my steel toe as a weaponAnd its awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with the stickAh, but thats nasty, cause I got a body count like ice-tFrom here to new york I get them skins, and I aint talking about porkYour sly, you pig, digListen from the flow from a soul froed caucasionAh, who didnt know I was as funky as wilson picketBut ya talkin...ChorusPeople wanna know how come I get a gatAnd Im sitting at the window like malcolmReady to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like the ghetto boyzDecember 29th was power to the people, yall might just see a sequelcause police got equal, hey, a horse is a pig that dont fly straightIm doin daryl gates but its willie willams, Im down with the pilgrimsIm threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out...Chorus
