Mr. Mike - Wicked Wayz lyrics

Artist: Mr. Mike f/ Ice Cube Album: Wicked Wayz Song: Wicked Wayz (Cube) Ha,Ha,Ha That's right n***a Southwest connection (straight up) Servin' more than peanuts b**h n***as tryin' to stay rich (Mike) How many ways...can a k**a get paid? (Mike) How many n***as want a gansta boogie I see the junkie in your eyes What do you see me when you see me A G in disguise Been hypmotized since '85 with gansta sh** All you n***as get live and represent my click Got bits and pieces on my mind commin' together like lettuce Dear God protect us, cause we're mobbin' like Good Fellas Alias Carlion, maybe the war is on Prone to let my daughter live rich before she's grown If I murdered Capone, would you consider me a villian Chillin' with millionares, ex-k**ers, and set-trippers My murderous complex begin to hit 'cha Slip ya worse than New Jersey Drive n***as Cause I'm in a Rush to bust straps like mack-10's When I'm strapped in A '95 Impala Breakin' like Vegas for my dolla While I'm commin' like a hundred miles and gunnin' who gonna test The southwests connect when it ain't sh** you possess Yes we got the endo Splurgin' in Benzo Turnin' virgins to nymphos Look what 'cha in fo A 'G thats gonna let his khakis sag Mr. Mike and Ice Cube, franch braids and rags Byatch (Chorus)X2 How many wicked wayz, can a gansta' get his pays When he's trapped in a maze (Cube) I represent the phrase that says crime pays b**hes can we f**, n***as' can we blaze (Cube) I treat b**hes like puppies I got a plate full of guppies Appropriate dish for the big fish n***as' rich They have my straps Women with gaps Now they wanna' sit in my laps and listen to raps But no Heard a n***a' tight named Mr. Mike Had to catch a flight, its only right Stepped of the plane, Mean Green and Tony Draper k**a was the caper Lets make some paper (Mike) See we can't get enough of this gansta' sh** Sick as leukemia for weed in my gansta' click Lets take riches Witness two n***as' dome in the k**a' zone Bring your k**a' chrome Cause we headed to the terror dome Some n***as' never make it home As long as you got your front I got your back, its on like that And like this Let the weed blow, cause all you G's know Who got the wickedess flow The criminiminals (Chorus)X2 (Cube) Say What n***as' wanna' short my cuts Say what n***as' wanna' check my nuts How you sound Ganstas' make the world go 'round Guppies bow down I'm with some k**as' from H-town Chase his a** down to Atlanta, GA Find out where he stay Locate my gate Catch him in the hall Make his a** call And then I want ya'll to k** cousin's and all (Ha,Ha,Ha) They won't believe all the heat I bring From Palm Springs n***as in line to catch the ring Of the dyin' Keepin' it calm, so talk slow Cause you'll never know When I'm ready to blow I'm a pro of the lifestyle of the Bloods and Crips Make a lot of cookies filled with chocolate chips The Westsides always been down with the South With Suave mother f**in' House (Chorus)X4