The Remix Cartell (+) Nothin On You ((Re-Drum))
CHORUS: Me and my crew, we're the wickedest ting new talk on road, the wickedest ting the weed that we smoke, the wickedest ting gal dem know its, the wickedest ting nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting big money man' earn, the wickedest ting them boys aren't ready for, the wickedest ting its no long ting, the wickedest ting
Breeze First thing's first (experse) reverse thinking that my tongue will make your ear drums burst had a little problem and it needs to be nursed and im panicking cause its getting worse its my saliva that'll harm the cross fader one for the treble that'll burn through the middle and hooks you spike tight like a book minder coming from the x-files h-friers and its been going on for a while running like snot but it sticks like honey ya'll think its funny people think its worth alot of money so i give an sample to scully and mulder gotta write it up in a little black folder FBI wanna rub my shoulder its over.. before it gets any colder so i gotta say its over
Wiley Everyday im gonna stay low like a shadow forget everybody now im going on narrow see me fly like a sparrow sharp like an arrow lyrics like mellow make them boy parrow and they wanna come pile with me but i dont wanna know i aint been on road for six months i got an afro now i gotta get a hair cane roll you didn't know we're gonna hit em with the venomous flow see me blaze im cold on the streets of rage hit em up on the stage just turn the page im a money maker (huh) ready for the dapper me and my crew we're gonna hit em with the slammer gonna take it to the neck better check out the lyrical vet im a big mic man on the set when i get cold you better know im gonna wreck the track hurt the track im hot on the track
Flo Dan them boys are to die aint on no long ting no lie no more mr.nice guy why because them of thought man was a nice man so them come take liberty of a big man them never know man was a smart man couple grand, that makes you a dead man one phone call we send for the hit-man people die and no names get mention people get prang, flo dan too nang drive by shooting in a transit BANG BANG BANG sounds of the gunning from my hand it was all over and the fat lady sang here another man with the mic in my hand every stageshow i ram dont give a damn them boys aren't ready for the big weed big jaw big boy this money man.
Breeze Alcoholics makes me vomit and im gonna insert and my whole crew's on it. Alaskin sess, Afghanistan sess, acaponic, skunk, white telesupersonic keys in the bonnet, car's looking new air conditioning inside it too so i smoke the weed till dem eye's dem bleed dont think my luv is on twigs or seeds
Wiley Im the original cause im a lyrical G they no they dont wanna test cause they can never see me i wont do a thing if you pay the fee when i get drawn im gonna buzz like a bee gwarn them boy with a big lightning it was a eight point six so it might been a dream what, my gun's dirty time for a clean and i keep the limit at about sixteen
Flo Dan (haha) dont ever bring war my way i know you dont wanna lose your life the same day its not the long ting its not the lay lay somebody get bunned when flo dan start to spray okay bad one upon the riddem that we play god knows that we write lyrics everyday god knows that we eat food everyday god knows that we smoke weed everyday (smoke that)