Lyrics Mad Wunz - Masta Ace Incorporated

Mad Wunz

You know I got the mad wunz
I got the mad wunz (3x)
You know I got the mad wunz
Chorus: lord digga
Thats right yall, clap your hands yall
Cheeba cheeba yall, to the beat yall
Thats right yall, clap your hands yall
Cheeba cheeba yall, to the beat yall
Verse one: ase
Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stack
Its the masta ase honey better chill and catch a smack
To the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouth
Cuz Im 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 Ill do the pourin
Rhymes are abundant like shells on the shore and
Three little pigs made a song out of sand
The big bad asell blow them rhymes down man
Cuz yo Im not a sailor and my name is not barnacle bill
But I run game like a carnival
Dont try to flex or youll 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 nigga]
Punks better slow down and check the speed limit
Get too much light and ima 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 sluts got respect for my dick
And st.
idesll probably kill my ass 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 Im losing count
But no matter what the sum its too big of an amount
I got the mad wunz
Verse two:
You sound fresh but Im fresher
Yessir youll get torn and, worn in, contents under pressure
I got magic in my johnson like potion
Try to play me ashe youll 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 skills
Not trying to find them, a man to pay the bills
Cause Im 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
I got the mad wunz
You know I got the mad wunz
I got the mad wunz
Check it Verse three:
Bloodifier, Im higher, kid you better retire
Im hot like clothes in the dryer
I got skills that you cant comprehend
I got beats that never come to an end
Yeah, I rock like your grandmothers chair, its rare
Peace to graffiti writers everywhere
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall
If I gave em to my posse, theyd probably drink em all
But I dont want a murder, and I never heard of your
Wack ass, so save the flack for roberta
And leave on the midnight train the midnight to georgia
Because I floored ya You probably didnt know but I inflict a lot of pain
Dont sleep or youll be having nightmares like dana dane
I dont mean to be precocious but uhh
Im stompin on mcs with my boots like roaches
Hey mate, the playmate of the months not the one
That I pursue, though on low she would get done
I got the wunz that are crazy type mad
The bassll 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
I got the mad wunz
You know I got the mad wunz
I got the mad wunz
And Im casper…