I got the mad (3x) You I got the mad wunz I got the mad (3x) You I got the mad wunz
Chorus: digga
That's y'all, clap your hands y'all Cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all right y'all, clap your hands y'all Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat
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 speak freak watch your 'cause I'm gettin play all the way down And I got the dope, new, off... ...beat style, and you got beef well stew You the bowl and I'll do the pourin are abundant like shells on the shore and Three pigs made a song out of sand The big bad ase'll blow rhymes down man 'cause yo I'm not a and my name is not barnacle bill But I run like a carnival Don't try to or you'll fall like september Still got a posse add another member Lord d [the d stand for Rollin' wit masta ase is my nigga] Punks better slow down and check the limit Get too light and i'ma dim it So yo bust the flex and turn in your To chapter four, and let me break the law I away from sluts got respect for my dick And st. ides'll probably my ass just as quick the style and, rhymes in a pill and How many do I know on rikers island? One two three four five I'm count But no matter what the sum it's too big of an
I got the mad it]
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You sound but I'm fresher Yessir you'll get torn and, worn in, contents pressure I got magic in my johnson like Try to play me ashe get rubbed like lotion Must to blow trouble with the c-cypher power In cali they em one time they be gafflin every hour Which means they be knockin, goodfellas say a The skins are too tight, baby I got the wrench I like the lowriders the daytons nice and shiny If you in the west you got the best you get the On the other hand uptown at the Chromed out no tints and hammers make em follow But I get, I say I never get too caught up Because I know easy easy go Nuff respect to the women the job skills Not to find them, a man to pay the bills Cause I'm not the one to piggyback So the crack between your legs and find another attack And that, mentality alone Keeps me a healthy home, the mad wunz
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 that you can't comprehend I got beats that never to an end Yeah, I rock like your chair, it's rare Peace to writers everywhere bottles of beer on the wall If I gave em to my posse, they'd probably em all But I don't want a murder, and I heard of your Wack ass, so the flack for roberta And leave on the midnight the midnight to georgia I floored 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 stompin on mc's with my boots like Hey mate, the playmate of the not the one That I pursue, though on low she would get 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 I have to say another rhyme on the mad wunz
I got the mad You know I got the mad I got the mad And I'm casper...