Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wickedest Man Alive, artist - Naughty By Nature. Date of issue: 02.09.1991
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wickedest Man Alive |
| Thru it ever time, comin at a dance |
| My man Treacherous MC, go on, let the saxophone man play a little |
| Make it lovely |
| Verse 1: Treach |
| You got beef, well what we do, talk to the bunny, sunny |
| He’s the man, Bugs the thug wit the money |
| Funny that you should mention as my family, they covered |
| Wassup to my cousins and my sisters and my Warner Brothers |
| Birds of a feather, flap and fold and be together |
| No matter what your whatever, endeavour, find us better |
| You mean he, she, them, him, those and others |
| Let’s kill two ducks in one, pluck, initiate the trouble |
| For those who disagree, I maybe feel the need to front it Show me your whole entire crew, two shoes and I’ma run it Do you want it? |
| Maybe so, but just know, we’re rollin spreads |
| You claim you want it but you need it just about as much as a hole in ya head |
| This is a flow-er show, a product float a while ago |
| Witta new swing, I think so, bring it, sing it, act like you know |
| And if ya don’t, you won’t by the time this track is done |
| Queen Latifah the sire, give em some, come |
| Chorus: Queen Latifah |
| Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know |
| It’s time for rum, man, yeah man |
| Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know |
| It’s for jammin, g’yeah know? |
| Everytime they come, you know they come without the flow |
| Soon we have a single, they’re the quickest out the door |
| The wickedest mna, the wickedest man in dancehall, well y’know |
| I’m out for rum, COME!!! |
| Verse 2: Treach |
| 118th Street keeps production, conjunction junction nothin |
| Huh, what’s your function? |
| I don’t mean to be blunt or front, true or rude |
| How can he diss? |
| Your honeydip looks like a honey dude |
| So keep it to yourself, greedy when you’re in good health |
| So before you come and try the Treach, try yourself |
| Cos I ain’t havin it, remember act like you know |
| And if ya can’t act jack, you best find the door |
| I hate to think a trade, I slot another, see ya gator |
| A stam yada, PEACE!, sasalama, lick em later |
| Yeah, you don’t have a chance, but I see ya next |
| This track is KayGee’s baby and he named it Def |
| I’m smokin in em, it’s like chimneys, I ain’t friendly |
| Fuck your fendy, I’m swingin for your diet kidney |
| Pimples are simple to pop, I want temple’s op Then slop your rock wit more floppin than a waffle spot |
| The wickedest man alive, I am what I am and I’m |
| damn good to be a no good, hooded by the wiggle in the middle, simple to party thumps |
| They call me the wickedest man alive, make em jump |
| Verse 3: Treach |
| Gettin it and hittin wit it a old fashion weapon when you’re slippin, I got |
| time |
| Try to stand and get rammed like a Stop sign |
| The bad just got worse within one verse |
| Put the shitty verse and reverse and this fella’s first |
| Wreckin is second, so back wit’cha wacked disc |
| For candle after candle and still couldn’t wax this |
| I be the wickedest while you’re still the wackest |
| I need wallpaper to list what your track miss |
| This is a double decker from the head wrecker, neck and head checker |
| Check the check and who’s def? |
| Who’s left ya? |
| Standin back cannin ya, plan ta stay back |
| I’m down wit Kay’s tracks, black, this is the payback, lay back, jack |
| I have you every which way but loose, blowin your sound proof |
| That’s happenin to me, your thanks for givin a neck noose |
| This comes naturally, all day and night |
| I make a party of all lefty’s leave screamin out Alright! |
| Talkin bout needin a lot more work than you had |
| Twelve years, twelve hundred, twelve inches and sold one |
| Who’s gettin done? |
| Who’s swifter? |
| Who’s badder? |
| You be able to get down wit some help in a step ladder |
| This is another song, we check out the style that I’ve |
| picked and rip, I be the wickedest man alive |
| Outro: Queen Latifah |
| No rude bwoy, come test the sound of Treacherous MC |
| Massacre Naughty By Nature, crew come flec, man, eaze up |