Masta Ace Incorporated - Mad Wunz Lyrics
I got the mad wunz (3X)You know I got the mad wunzI got the mad wunz (3x)You know I got the mad wunzChorus: Lord DiggaThat's right y'all, clap your hands y'allCheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'allThat's right y'all, clap your hands y'allCheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'allrepeatVerse One: AseBust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stackIt's the Masta Ase honey better chill and catch a smackto the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouthCuz I'm gettin play all the way down SouthAnd I got the dope, new, off......beat style, and you got beef well make stewYou hold the bowl and I'll do the pourinRhymes are abundant like shells on the shore andThree little pigs made a song out of sandThe Big Bad Ase'll blow them rhymes down manCuz yo I'm not a sailor and my name is not Barnacle BillBut I run game like a carnivalDon't try to flex or you'll fall like SeptemberStill got a posse just add another memberLord D [the D stand for Digga Rollin' Wit Umdada Masta Ase is my nigga]Punks better slow down and check the speed limitGet too much light and I'ma dim itSo yo bust the flex and turn in your textto chapter four, and let me break down the lawI stay away from sluts got respect for my dickAnd St. Ides'll probably kill my ass just as quickOriginal the style and, rhymes in a pill andHow many brothers do I know on Rikers Island?One two three four five I'm losing countBut no matter what the sum it's too big of an amountChorusI got the mad wunz[kick it]Verse Two:You sound fresh but
