B-Legit, E-40 - Way Too Vicious lyrics
[B-Legit, E-40 - Way Too Vicious lyrics]
Ayy, you want me to spit
Some shit? Right now?
What you wanna hear? Alright, check it out
Funky fresh for the AP-9 Tré
Straight from the motherfuckin' northern Bay
It's The C-L-IC-K, all up in your anus hole
Loungin' in the deuce getting wild and loose
A young loc get by fuckin' with St ides
Watching my brother 'cause I'm loving a pimp
And I can't wait until I learn his limp
So I can walk that walk, mayne
And talk that talk
Sport his clothes and fuck much hoes
'Cause as a youngsta, I never knew Nathan
But, I knew a Franklin could
Get me some dank and
I could get an ounce, break it down to 20s
Make my money back and I still stack plenty
With attitude, man, dude, I knew
(What you knew?)
That I'ma be a Savage in 1992 ('92, '93)
A hog motherfucker, filled with anger
A 30-round clip with one in the chamber
And my mean mug foul, make me look suspicious
(Why's that?) because I'm way too vicious
Now that I'm knowing some thangs
You know, like running this here rap game
Some ol' scandalous ass motherfucker wanna
Put dirt in my name
Boy talkin' about E-40 and The Click
They the motherfuckers going around here
Doing all this damn jackin'
Knowin' we ain't doing nothing but rappin'
We just some rapped out motherfuckers
MOTHERfuckER!
Never could be a busta, MOTHERfuckER!
Hella folks be lovin' us 'cause
We real about this shit
My city is on the map now 'cause
Of the different styles that we spit
Eeny-meeny-miney-mo, catch a nigga
By his curl
Got my money, let him go, if not, nigga
Shoot the hoe and let it be known that
I'm strapped and ready
'Cause it's fonk when you fuckin' wit' fetti
Scrappin' like hogs 'til the end though
And I was hittin' motherfuckers like indo
Tackin' 'em out, mayne, and that's fa sho
(Who was it?)
Me and 40 Water, lettin' 'em know
That we was shakin' 'em up, wreckin' 'em up
Breakin' 'em off proper
Bulletproof vest, Glock 10, and a chopper
I go Sing Sing, sick in the head
Napa State retarded
Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic
I ain't no sucker, so don't call me Lollipop
Uh, fuck around and make me mad
And I'ma blow my top
(Where you from?) You see
I'm straight from the northern Bay where
They spit loogies at hoochies
I'm down with The C-L-IC-K and
We smooth old schools, not Suzukis
Beanie caps, pea coats, and all that
Much dap to my little brother Young
Mugzi way up there in Sac
(What he doing?) Strapped after dark and
I know he's with this
Huh, 'cause we way too vicious
Yeah, man, a motherfucker way too
Vicious in this whole shit, you know
A motherfucker just can't run up
Without getting done up
You know what I'm sayin'
Motherfuckers overheads in this, boy
You gotta be on your P's and Q's
Boy watch your back at all times, mayne
Know what I'm sayin', play your cards right
Junior you never know what goes down
On this side of town
Ayy B, drop that ol' shit
About that other situation, mayne
Shit got fonky again last night
So I did a drive-by in broad daylight
(Broad daylight?)
Mobbed through the ghetto with
The ski mask down
Hopped out the Cut', let loose some rounds
Boom boom boom
(BOOM BOOM) , and it was dropper
On straight drama
I think I heard a nigga yell "Mama"
But she can't help 'cause she
Was hittin' the dirt
(What else?) Fucked up her hip
And ripped her skirt
And guess who comes through?
Who? Me? Perkin' off some of that Rossi
Me and my whole Mossie
Amped, geeked, juiced, stoned
Twisted, burnt, full of it, gone
In a four barrel Camaro so we can get up out
Ready to melt some motherfuckers and
Take the under route
But here comes the po-po's (DAMN)
He fucked our whole little PROGRAM
Now we gotta outsmart 'em, skee-skrt
Hit a couple of corners, that'll work
Turned off the lights, got out the car
And you can kiss this
Bye bye now, 'cause we way too vicious
Ayy B, ayy, the proof is in the pudding, boy
Ayy, motherfuckers way too vicious, boy
Yeah, motherfucker come in here
With a master plan, man
Full diagram and the whole bit
Ayy, that's real though, you know
Ain't no tellin', that's what Jack told Helen
Motherfuckers like us be like
Really bailin', mayne, you know
Yeah, on the gooch though, you know
Ayy, been a long road though, boy long road
Mayne we in here doing this
Shit though for the tré
For the motherfuckin' tré
Yeah, moving on, boy, Sick Wid It Records
Boy finna expand on they asshole, too
Yeah ha ha haha, that's real though
Yeah we be keepin' that shit like
On the super side
On the super super super side
Ayy, pass me some of that Rossi though
Junior here you go, what
The motherfuckin' Savage is in the house
Ha ha haha yeah that's real
Nigga that's my motherfuckin' nigga
Some shit? Right now?
What you wanna hear? Alright, check it out
Funky fresh for the AP-9 Tré
Straight from the motherfuckin' northern Bay
It's The C-L-IC-K, all up in your anus hole
Loungin' in the deuce getting wild and loose
A young loc get by fuckin' with St ides
Watching my brother 'cause I'm loving a pimp
And I can't wait until I learn his limp
So I can walk that walk, mayne
And talk that talk
Sport his clothes and fuck much hoes
'Cause as a youngsta, I never knew Nathan
But, I knew a Franklin could
Get me some dank and
I could get an ounce, break it down to 20s
Make my money back and I still stack plenty
With attitude, man, dude, I knew
(What you knew?)
That I'ma be a Savage in 1992 ('92, '93)
A hog motherfucker, filled with anger
A 30-round clip with one in the chamber
And my mean mug foul, make me look suspicious
(Why's that?) because I'm way too vicious
Now that I'm knowing some thangs
You know, like running this here rap game
Some ol' scandalous ass motherfucker wanna
Put dirt in my name
Boy talkin' about E-40 and The Click
They the motherfuckers going around here
Doing all this damn jackin'
Knowin' we ain't doing nothing but rappin'
We just some rapped out motherfuckers
MOTHERfuckER!
Never could be a busta, MOTHERfuckER!
Hella folks be lovin' us 'cause
We real about this shit
My city is on the map now 'cause
Of the different styles that we spit
Eeny-meeny-miney-mo, catch a nigga
By his curl
Got my money, let him go, if not, nigga
Shoot the hoe and let it be known that
I'm strapped and ready
'Cause it's fonk when you fuckin' wit' fetti
Scrappin' like hogs 'til the end though
And I was hittin' motherfuckers like indo
Tackin' 'em out, mayne, and that's fa sho
(Who was it?)
Me and 40 Water, lettin' 'em know
That we was shakin' 'em up, wreckin' 'em up
Breakin' 'em off proper
Bulletproof vest, Glock 10, and a chopper
I go Sing Sing, sick in the head
Napa State retarded
Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic
I ain't no sucker, so don't call me Lollipop
Uh, fuck around and make me mad
And I'ma blow my top
(Where you from?) You see
I'm straight from the northern Bay where
They spit loogies at hoochies
I'm down with The C-L-IC-K and
We smooth old schools, not Suzukis
Beanie caps, pea coats, and all that
Much dap to my little brother Young
Mugzi way up there in Sac
(What he doing?) Strapped after dark and
I know he's with this
Huh, 'cause we way too vicious
Yeah, man, a motherfucker way too
Vicious in this whole shit, you know
A motherfucker just can't run up
Without getting done up
You know what I'm sayin'
Motherfuckers overheads in this, boy
You gotta be on your P's and Q's
Boy watch your back at all times, mayne
Know what I'm sayin', play your cards right
Junior you never know what goes down
On this side of town
Ayy B, drop that ol' shit
About that other situation, mayne
Shit got fonky again last night
So I did a drive-by in broad daylight
(Broad daylight?)
Mobbed through the ghetto with
The ski mask down
Hopped out the Cut', let loose some rounds
Boom boom boom
(BOOM BOOM) , and it was dropper
On straight drama
I think I heard a nigga yell "Mama"
But she can't help 'cause she
Was hittin' the dirt
(What else?) Fucked up her hip
And ripped her skirt
And guess who comes through?
Who? Me? Perkin' off some of that Rossi
Me and my whole Mossie
Amped, geeked, juiced, stoned
Twisted, burnt, full of it, gone
In a four barrel Camaro so we can get up out
Ready to melt some motherfuckers and
Take the under route
But here comes the po-po's (DAMN)
He fucked our whole little PROGRAM
Now we gotta outsmart 'em, skee-skrt
Hit a couple of corners, that'll work
Turned off the lights, got out the car
And you can kiss this
Bye bye now, 'cause we way too vicious
Ayy B, ayy, the proof is in the pudding, boy
Ayy, motherfuckers way too vicious, boy
Yeah, motherfucker come in here
With a master plan, man
Full diagram and the whole bit
Ayy, that's real though, you know
Ain't no tellin', that's what Jack told Helen
Motherfuckers like us be like
Really bailin', mayne, you know
Yeah, on the gooch though, you know
Ayy, been a long road though, boy long road
Mayne we in here doing this
Shit though for the tré
For the motherfuckin' tré
Yeah, moving on, boy, Sick Wid It Records
Boy finna expand on they asshole, too
Yeah ha ha haha, that's real though
Yeah we be keepin' that shit like
On the super side
On the super super super side
Ayy, pass me some of that Rossi though
Junior here you go, what
The motherfuckin' Savage is in the house
Ha ha haha yeah that's real
Nigga that's my motherfuckin' nigga