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