Masta Ace - Mad Wunz lyrics

I got the mad wunz [x3] You know I got the mad wunz I got the mad wunz [x3] 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 n***a) 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 s*uts got respect for my dick And St. Ides'll probably k** my a** 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 sk**s 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 x2] 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 sk**s 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 a**, 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 ba**'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...