Wicked Wayz 歌词
| 歌曲 | Wicked Wayz |
| 歌手 | Mr. Mike |
| 专辑 | Featuring...Ice Cube(Domestic Only) (Explicit) |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Artist：Ice Cube/Mr.Mike | |
| (Cube) | |
| Ha,Ha,Ha | |
| That's right nigga | |
| Southwest connection (straight up) | |
| Servin' more than peanuts bitch | |
| Niggas tryin' to stay rich | |
| (Mike) | |
| How many ways...can a killa get paid? | |
| (Mike) | |
| How many niggas 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 shit | |
| All you niggas 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 niggas | |
| 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 shit 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 | |
| Bitches can we fuck, niggas' can we blaze | |
| (Cube) | |
| I treat bitches like puppies | |
| I got a plate full of guppies | |
| Appropriate dish for the big fish | |
| Niggas' rich | |
| They have my straps | |
| Women with gaps | |
| Now they wanna' sit in my laps and listen to raps | |
| But no | |
| Heard a nigga' 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' shit | |
| Sick as leukemia for weed in my gansta' click | |
| Lets take riches | |
| Witness two niggas' dome in the killa' zone | |
| Bring your killa' chrome | |
| Cause we headed to the terror dome | |
| Some niggas' never make it home | |
| As long as you got your front | |
| I got your back, its on like that | |
| And like this | |
| Let the weed blow, cause all you G's know | |
| Who got the wickedess flow | |
| The criminiminals | |
| (Chorus)X2 | |
| (Cube) | |
| Say What | |
| Niggas' wanna' short my cuts | |
| Say what | |
| Niggas' 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 | |
| Niggas 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 fuckin' House | |
| (Chorus)X4 |
| Artist: Ice Cube Mr. Mike | |
| Cube | |
| Ha, Ha, Ha | |
| That' s right nigga | |
| Southwest connection straight up | |
| Servin' more than peanuts bitch | |
| Niggas tryin' to stay rich | |
| Mike | |
| How many ways... can a killa get paid? | |
| Mike | |
| How many niggas 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 shit | |
| All you niggas 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, exkillers, and settrippers | |
| My murderous complex begin to hit ' cha | |
| Slip ya worse than New Jersey Drive niggas | |
| Cause I' m in a | |
| Rush to bust straps like mack10' 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 shit 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 | |
| Bitches can we fuck, niggas' can we blaze | |
| Cube | |
| I treat bitches like puppies | |
| I got a plate full of guppies | |
| Appropriate dish for the big fish | |
| Niggas' rich | |
| They have my straps | |
| Women with gaps | |
| Now they wanna' sit in my laps and listen to raps | |
| But no | |
| Heard a nigga' 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' shit | |
| Sick as leukemia for weed in my gansta' click | |
| Lets take riches | |
| Witness two niggas' dome in the killa' zone | |
| Bring your killa' chrome | |
| Cause we headed to the terror dome | |
| Some niggas' never make it home | |
| As long as you got your front | |
| I got your back, its on like that | |
| And like this | |
| Let the weed blow, cause all you G' s know | |
| Who got the wickedess flow | |
| The criminiminals | |
| Chorus X2 | |
| Cube | |
| Say What | |
| Niggas' wanna' short my cuts | |
| Say what | |
| Niggas' wanna' check my nuts | |
| How you sound | |
| Ganstas' make the world go ' round | |
| Guppies bow down | |
| I' m with some killas' from Htown | |
| 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 | |
| Niggas 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 fuckin' House | |
| Chorus X4 |
| Artist: Ice Cube Mr. Mike | |
| Cube | |
| Ha, Ha, Ha | |
| That' s right nigga | |
| Southwest connection straight up | |
| Servin' more than peanuts bitch | |
| Niggas tryin' to stay rich | |
| Mike | |
| How many ways... can a killa get paid? | |
| Mike | |
| How many niggas 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 shit | |
| All you niggas 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, exkillers, and settrippers | |
| My murderous complex begin to hit ' cha | |
| Slip ya worse than New Jersey Drive niggas | |
| Cause I' m in a | |
| Rush to bust straps like mack10' 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 shit 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 | |
| Bitches can we fuck, niggas' can we blaze | |
| Cube | |
| I treat bitches like puppies | |
| I got a plate full of guppies | |
| Appropriate dish for the big fish | |
| Niggas' rich | |
| They have my straps | |
| Women with gaps | |
| Now they wanna' sit in my laps and listen to raps | |
| But no | |
| Heard a nigga' 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' shit | |
| Sick as leukemia for weed in my gansta' click | |
| Lets take riches | |
| Witness two niggas' dome in the killa' zone | |
| Bring your killa' chrome | |
| Cause we headed to the terror dome | |
| Some niggas' never make it home | |
| As long as you got your front | |
| I got your back, its on like that | |
| And like this | |
| Let the weed blow, cause all you G' s know | |
| Who got the wickedess flow | |
| The criminiminals | |
| Chorus X2 | |
| Cube | |
| Say What | |
| Niggas' wanna' short my cuts | |
| Say what | |
| Niggas' wanna' check my nuts | |
| How you sound | |
| Ganstas' make the world go ' round | |
| Guppies bow down | |
| I' m with some killas' from Htown | |
| 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 | |
| Niggas 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 fuckin' House | |
| Chorus X4 |
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