Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wizard of the Hood, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song Mutilation Mix: Greatest Hits (That Never Were Hits), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BMI
Song language: English
Wizard of the Hood |
One time, the icp with this shit |
For you and your boys to say «fuck yeah"to |
Yo, g, kick some of that shit about the wizard and all that |
Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck |
Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of md Straight passed-out on his mother’s bed |
With seven cans of brew going through my head |
Dreaming, i was sipping on faygo |
With my dope posse, hear comes a tornado |
Huh, i can’t run no where |
Cause the whole damn house was spinning through the air (damn!) |
And don’t laugh just yet |
And it bland my motherfucking eyes bet |
And here comes a three and a half foot pimp |
With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy limp |
Yo, i gotta grip on my weapon |
Cuz this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping |
«oh my, look at the witch |
You crushed and killed that wicked old bitch» |
And they saying that i’m doomed |
Cuz i killed some ho that rides on a broom |
Fuck this, i’m going back to where i stay |
And i walking down the yellow brick alleyway |
Interlude (contains samples from «wizard of oz"and «ghetto zone») |
Well, go on motherfucker! |
Now i’m roaming just like basshead |
Everybody know just where the alley led |
And don’t say you don’t know |
Which way to go, yo, there go the scarecrow |
I ain’t playing this bullshit no more |
So i whip out the nigger play the double-four |
Best tell my ass how to get back |
Or i’ll blow the straw out your fucking head |
You wanna see the wizard? |
Fuck yeah, i do Get me off this pole and i’ll come with you |
You know the wiz |
Yeah, its the road for him |
Then he gave me on a 'gene |
Now i gotta bullet for him |
So me and the crow was walking on bricks |
Spitting and cussing and holding our dicks |
Thinking, damn, this ain’t how the movie goes |
I ain’t seen one motherfucking rainbow |
Ain’t a fresh pair of kicks in the land |
Just what you thought, there go the tin man |
How to get to the wizard? |
What the fuck |
I ain’t saying shit until you oil me up |
I don’t see any motherfucking oil, bro |
Oil me up with a forty of red bull |
Huh, just like the book said |
Tin man was stumbling like a crackhead |
Old-ass rusted out metal |
But we was on our way to see the wizard of the ghetto |
«somewhere over the rainbow» |
(shut the) fuck up, bitch |
Damn, this ain’t kansas, ho This is the southwest motherfucking ghetto zone, bitch |
So pick your skank ass up And you and toto get the fuck on Yeah, we’ve come a long way |
Drop the motherfuckers all the way to del ray |
And i’m a wonder land story book tourist |
Gripping that .44 we coming up to the forest |
Anything could be out there |
Lions, tigers, maybe a bear |
Hoods and hoodlums and theives, oh my (3x) |
I’m a kick somebody in they fuckin’eye |
Don’t fuck with me at a time like this |
I’ll send out a bullet guarenteed won’t miss |
So i just move and the hooks are flying |
You’ve come and buck with the fucking lion |
I want rings, chains, any kind of gold |
Or what? |
Or i’m a let this nine unfold |
Man, fuck this, come back to del ray |
There you can rob motherfuckers any day |
Crackheads, hoes, whatever you can name |
Catch all the rich ones coming out the ball game (yeah) |
So finally we was at the castle |
And with the guards, we got no hastle |
They all just got the fuck out our way |
I guess even in oz they know of violent j Interlude |
Yo, where’s the motherfucking wizard stay |
Who wants to know? |
violent-psychopath-j |
I wanna word with him at gun point |
Cuz there’s no place like detroit |
Welcome to the wizards kingdom |
The wizard of the ghetto as its said |
Welcome to the wizards kingdom |
Sorry, motherfucker, this is where you’ll stay |
Scarecrow, you ain’t shit to me And the lion ain’t shit but a snack for three |
Tin man, don’t take me for a sucker |
I’ll chew your ass up and spit bullets out, motherfucker |
We let it rain, |
Seventy-nine slugs to his fucking brain |
Then i stepped back cool and calm |
Cuz the tin man was dropping cluster bombs |
Everybody know about car jacking |
So me and the fellas went home macking |
Jumped in a smooth-ass ride |
Drop top geo says «wiz"on the side |
Gripped it back to the hood where we came from |
And that shit was fun |
Next thing i knew i was back at the party |
Got up and was finning to tell everybody |
But i just let it pass |
Cuz i know they’ll laugh at my drunk ass |