The Mad Wunz Lyrics
| Song | The Mad Wunz |
| Artist | Masta Ace |
| Album | SlaughtaHouse |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clear, King | |
| I got the mad wunz (3x) | |
| You know i got the mad wunz | |
| I got the mad wunz (3x) | |
| You know i got the mad wunz | |
| Chorus: lord digga | |
| That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all | |
| Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all | |
| That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all | |
| Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all | |
| Repeat | |
| Verse one: ase | |
| Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stack | |
| It's the masta ase honey better chill and catch a smack | |
| To the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouth | |
| Cuz i'm gettin play all the way down south | |
| And i got the dope, new, off... | |
| ...beat style, and you got beef well make stew | |
| You hold the bowl and i'll do the pourin | |
| Rhymes are abundant like shells on the shore and | |
| Three little pigs made a song out of sand | |
| The big bad ase'll blow them rhymes down man | |
| Cuz yo i'm not a sailor and my name is not barnacle bill | |
| But i run game like a carnival | |
| Don't try to flex or you'll fall like september | |
| Still got a posse just add another member | |
| Lord d [the d stand for digga | |
| Rollin' wit umdada masta ase is my nigga] | |
| Punks better slow down and check the speed limit | |
| Get too much light and i'ma dim it | |
| So yo bust the flex and turn in your text | |
| To chapter four, and let me break down the law | |
| I stay away from sluts got respect for my dick | |
| And st. ides'll probably kill my ass just as quick | |
| Original the style and, rhymes in a pill and | |
| How many brothers do i know on rikers island? | |
| One two three four five i'm losing count | |
| But no matter what the sum it's too big of an amount | |
| Chorus | |
| I got the mad wunz | |
| [kick it] | |
| Verse two: | |
| You sound fresh but i'm fresher | |
| Yessir you'll get torn and, worn in, contents under pressure | |
| I got magic in my johnson like potion | |
| Try to play me ashe you'll get rubbed like lotion | |
| Must to blow your trouble with the c-cypher power | |
| In cali they call em one time they be gafflin every hour | |
| Which means they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch | |
| The skins are too tight, baby doll i got the wrench | |
| I like the lowriders with the daytons nice and shiny | |
| If you in the west you got the best you get the heiny | |
| On the other hand uptown at the apollo | |
| Chromed out with no tints and hammers make em follow | |
| But i never get, i say i never get too caught up | |
| Because i know easy come easy go | |
| Nuff respect to the women with the job skills | |
| Not trying to find them, a man to pay the bills | |
| Cause i'm not the one to play piggyback | |
| So take the crack between your legs and find another attack | |
| And just that, mentality alone | |
| Keeps me a healthy happy home, the mad wunz | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| I got the mad wunz | |
| You know i got the mad wunz | |
| I got the mad wunz | |
| Check it | |
| Verse three: | |
| Bloodifier, i'm higher, kid you better retire | |
| I'm hot like clothes in the dryer | |
| I got skills that you can't comprehend | |
| I got beats that never come to an end | |
| Yeah, i rock like your grandmother's chair, it's rare | |
| Peace to graffiti writers everywhere | |
| Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall | |
| If i gave em to my posse, they'd probably drink em all | |
| But i don't want a murder, and i never heard of your | |
| Wack ass, so save the flack for roberta | |
| And leave on the midnight train the midnight to georgia | |
| Because i floored ya [just kick it] | |
| You probably didn't know but i inflict a lot of pain | |
| Don't sleep or you'll be having nightmares like dana dane | |
| I don't mean to be precocious but uhh | |
| I'm stompin on mc's with my boots like roaches | |
| Hey mate, the playmate of the month's not the one | |
| That i pursue, though on low she would get done | |
| I got the wunz that are crazy type mad | |
| The bass'll make you sick and make your ears go bad | |
| So come and get it, come and get it one time | |
| Before i have to say another rhyme on the mad wunz | |
| Chorus | |
| I got the mad wunz | |
| You know i got the mad wunz | |
| I got the mad wunz | |
| And i'm casper... |
| zuo ci : Clear, King | |
| I got the mad wunz 3x | |
| You know i got the mad wunz | |
| I got the mad wunz 3x | |
| You know i got the mad wunz | |
| Chorus: lord digga | |
| That' s right y' all, clap your hands y' all | |
| Cheeba cheeba y' all, to the beat y' all | |
| That' s right y' all, clap your hands y' all | |
| Cheeba cheeba y' all, to the beat y' all | |
| Repeat | |
| Verse one: ase | |
| Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stack | |
| It' s the masta ase honey better chill and catch a smack | |
| To the left check uhh if you speak freak watch your mouth | |
| Cuz i' m gettin play all the way down south | |
| And i got the dope, new, off... | |
| ... beat style, and you got beef well make stew | |
| You hold the bowl and i' ll do the pourin | |
| Rhymes are abundant like shells on the shore and | |
| Three little pigs made a song out of sand | |
| The big bad ase' ll blow them rhymes down man | |
| Cuz yo i' m not a sailor and my name is not barnacle bill | |
| But i run game like a carnival | |
| Don' t try to flex or you' ll fall like september | |
| Still got a posse just add another member | |
| Lord d the d stand for digga | |
| Rollin' wit umdada masta ase is my nigga | |
| Punks better slow down and check the speed limit | |
| Get too much light and i' ma dim it | |
| So yo bust the flex and turn in your text | |
| To chapter four, and let me break down the law | |
| I stay away from sluts got respect for my dick | |
| And st. ides' ll probably kill my ass just as quick | |
| Original the style and, rhymes in a pill and | |
| How many brothers do i know on rikers island? | |
| One two three four five i' m losing count | |
| But no matter what the sum it' s too big of an amount | |
| Chorus | |
| I got the mad wunz | |
| kick it | |
| Verse two: | |
| You sound fresh but i' m fresher | |
| Yessir you' ll get torn and, worn in, contents under pressure | |
| I got magic in my johnson like potion | |
| Try to play me ashe you' ll get rubbed like lotion | |
| Must to blow your trouble with the ccypher power | |
| In cali they call em one time they be gafflin every hour | |
| Which means they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch | |
| The skins are too tight, baby doll i got the wrench | |
| I like the lowriders with the daytons nice and shiny | |
| If you in the west you got the best you get the heiny | |
| On the other hand uptown at the apollo | |
| Chromed out with no tints and hammers make em follow | |
| But i never get, i say i never get too caught up | |
| Because i know easy come easy go | |
| Nuff respect to the women with the job skills | |
| Not trying to find them, a man to pay the bills | |
| Cause i' m not the one to play piggyback | |
| So take the crack between your legs and find another attack | |
| And just that, mentality alone | |
| Keeps me a healthy happy home, the mad wunz | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| I got the mad wunz | |
| You know i got the mad wunz | |
| I got the mad wunz | |
| Check it | |
| Verse three: | |
| Bloodifier, i' m higher, kid you better retire | |
| I' m hot like clothes in the dryer | |
| I got skills that you can' t comprehend | |
| I got beats that never come to an end | |
| Yeah, i rock like your grandmother' s chair, it' s rare | |
| Peace to graffiti writers everywhere | |
| Ninetynine bottles of beer on the wall | |
| If i gave em to my posse, they' d probably drink em all | |
| But i don' t want a murder, and i never heard of your | |
| Wack ass, so save the flack for roberta | |
| And leave on the midnight train the midnight to georgia | |
| Because i floored ya just kick it | |
| You probably didn' t know but i inflict a lot of pain | |
| Don' t sleep or you' ll be having nightmares like dana dane | |
| I don' t mean to be precocious but uhh | |
| I' m stompin on mc' s with my boots like roaches | |
| Hey mate, the playmate of the month' s not the one | |
| That i pursue, though on low she would get done | |
| I got the wunz that are crazy type mad | |
| The bass' ll make you sick and make your ears go bad | |
| So come and get it, come and get it one time | |
| Before i have to say another rhyme on the mad wunz | |
| Chorus | |
| I got the mad wunz | |
| You know i got the mad wunz | |
| I got the mad wunz | |
| And i' m casper... |
| zuò cí : Clear, King | |
| I got the mad wunz 3x | |
| You know i got the mad wunz | |
| I got the mad wunz 3x | |
| You know i got the mad wunz | |
| Chorus: lord digga | |
| That' s right y' all, clap your hands y' all | |
| Cheeba cheeba y' all, to the beat y' all | |
| That' s right y' all, clap your hands y' all | |
| Cheeba cheeba y' all, to the beat y' all | |
| Repeat | |
| Verse one: ase | |
| Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stack | |
| It' s the masta ase honey better chill and catch a smack | |
| To the left check uhh if you speak freak watch your mouth | |
| Cuz i' m gettin play all the way down south | |
| And i got the dope, new, off... | |
| ... beat style, and you got beef well make stew | |
| You hold the bowl and i' ll do the pourin | |
| Rhymes are abundant like shells on the shore and | |
| Three little pigs made a song out of sand | |
| The big bad ase' ll blow them rhymes down man | |
| Cuz yo i' m not a sailor and my name is not barnacle bill | |
| But i run game like a carnival | |
| Don' t try to flex or you' ll fall like september | |
| Still got a posse just add another member | |
| Lord d the d stand for digga | |
| Rollin' wit umdada masta ase is my nigga | |
| Punks better slow down and check the speed limit | |
| Get too much light and i' ma dim it | |
| So yo bust the flex and turn in your text | |
| To chapter four, and let me break down the law | |
| I stay away from sluts got respect for my dick | |
| And st. ides' ll probably kill my ass just as quick | |
| Original the style and, rhymes in a pill and | |
| How many brothers do i know on rikers island? | |
| One two three four five i' m losing count | |
| But no matter what the sum it' s too big of an amount | |
| Chorus | |
| I got the mad wunz | |
| kick it | |
| Verse two: | |
| You sound fresh but i' m fresher | |
| Yessir you' ll get torn and, worn in, contents under pressure | |
| I got magic in my johnson like potion | |
| Try to play me ashe you' ll get rubbed like lotion | |
| Must to blow your trouble with the ccypher power | |
| In cali they call em one time they be gafflin every hour | |
| Which means they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch | |
| The skins are too tight, baby doll i got the wrench | |
| I like the lowriders with the daytons nice and shiny | |
| If you in the west you got the best you get the heiny | |
| On the other hand uptown at the apollo | |
| Chromed out with no tints and hammers make em follow | |
| But i never get, i say i never get too caught up | |
| Because i know easy come easy go | |
| Nuff respect to the women with the job skills | |
| Not trying to find them, a man to pay the bills | |
| Cause i' m not the one to play piggyback | |
| So take the crack between your legs and find another attack | |
| And just that, mentality alone | |
| Keeps me a healthy happy home, the mad wunz | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| I got the mad wunz | |
| You know i got the mad wunz | |
| I got the mad wunz | |
| Check it | |
| Verse three: | |
| Bloodifier, i' m higher, kid you better retire | |
| I' m hot like clothes in the dryer | |
| I got skills that you can' t comprehend | |
| I got beats that never come to an end | |
| Yeah, i rock like your grandmother' s chair, it' s rare | |
| Peace to graffiti writers everywhere | |
| Ninetynine bottles of beer on the wall | |
| If i gave em to my posse, they' d probably drink em all | |
| But i don' t want a murder, and i never heard of your | |
| Wack ass, so save the flack for roberta | |
| And leave on the midnight train the midnight to georgia | |
| Because i floored ya just kick it | |
| You probably didn' t know but i inflict a lot of pain | |
| Don' t sleep or you' ll be having nightmares like dana dane | |
| I don' t mean to be precocious but uhh | |
| I' m stompin on mc' s with my boots like roaches | |
| Hey mate, the playmate of the month' s not the one | |
| That i pursue, though on low she would get done | |
| I got the wunz that are crazy type mad | |
| The bass' ll make you sick and make your ears go bad | |
| So come and get it, come and get it one time | |
| Before i have to say another rhyme on the mad wunz | |
| Chorus | |
| I got the mad wunz | |
| You know i got the mad wunz | |
| I got the mad wunz | |
| And i' m casper... |
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